After a short trip (one night) to civilization, we were back in the bush.
This time no hut to sleep, and all our gear was on our back. I must say this was my first hunting trip while fly camping so I was very, very excited.
The first days we didn’t hear any stag .
Then, we had a little drop in temperature, and it started in the middle of the night . Stags were getting vocal. What a sound, especially at night.
The next day, with full enthusiasm, we started our first approach. We had locate a bull, that was very vocal, and we were closing in. He was walking away from us, and I must say, they move fast. We almost had to run to keep up with them.
Suddenly, Dave (my guide ), get response to his calling, and now it was the stag who was coming to us. He moved so fast that we barely had time to get a right setup.
And there he was, 20 yards away, looking straight in my direction. He was getting more and more vocal, like I wasn’t emotional enough … . At a time he was so close I started to smell him, but he was still moving to fast to gave me a shot.
In his attempt of getting our wind he moved around us, still very vocal. Suddenly when I thought he would smell us he stopped and gave me a perfect broadside shot at 20 yards.