Admittedly this time it looked pretty dark in terms of catching the first morning hours as splashing rain and strong winds were predicted through the night and well into the morning hours. Unfortunately, the meteorologists were spot on for once. Crestfallen I had to pack my bag for work instead of my gun; a light drizzle is one thing but horizontal showers have proven to be synonymous with zero animals.
At work my level of concentration was next to nothing and when the sun finally broke through around two in the afternoon I had to call a spade for a spade - or a hunting addict for a hunting addict – throw my hunting gear on and get out there. I could almost smell the bucks that were eager to dry up their fur.
At least that’s what my guts and mind said as I benched down in a big open field shortly afterwards. And luckily my guts were quite on point. About four minutes after I got settled, not even putting my lure into action, a four tagged roe buck came walking out of the woods within a hundred meters’ distance. We’re definitely not talking about the catch of the year, but when the freezer is empty and the hunting premiere is on, a buck is a buck for me. Selectivity is a subject for round two. Seconds later the animal bows under for a well-placed 243.win bullet. The premiere was officially a fact.