The roar had made me very excited. I’d driven a lot of kilometres and put up plenty of trail cameras. I knew I was going to be in for a good week’s hunting.
After seeing numerous fallow bucks and red stags in the first three days I made a play on a certain fallow that had my attention.
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I made my way slowly in the car to that particular hunting spot around 5am and got all my kit on. As I was locking the vehicle I heard a red stag roaring not far from where I was originally going to hunt the buck, so my plans changed quickly and now my sights were on that red stag.
The stag roared hard for a good 45 minutes while I covered the 2km on foot. I knew he was a good mature stag.
Close now, I crept into the area, which was choked with blackberries and creek gullies. For the life of me I couldn’t lay eyes on him.
I decided to let out a few hind calls and sure enough the stag stopped roaring. I hoped I hadn’t pushed my luck.
Then to my surprise, literally 10m from me, the stag came into view to my right. I couldn’t believe my eyes! He was a free-range 9×8 17-pointer.
I slowly raised my Tikka Hunter in .308 and put the crosshairs right behind his shoulder. The 150gn Core-Lokt did the damage and he was down instantly!
I was still in a state of disbelief when I walked that short distance to see the big red stag lying in front of me.
It was my dream and goal all my life to hunt and shoot a majestic stag. All the hard work for a number of years had paid off.
Here he is and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did, and that you can sense the respect I have for this amazing animal.
— Paul Elder
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