Another Saturday Deer Hunt - report (pic heavy!)

[kombi1976]

It seems such a long time since this morning when I got up at 5am in readiness for Drew to pick me up. The weather this week has been appalling.....blowing, raining, really cold - at least for Australia. But there was supposed to be a lull in the weather today early on. The howling wind and light drizzle seemed not to tee up with the forecast. Dismayed but determined Drew and I saddled up around 5:30am and drove out to the property we've hunted before. Thankfully we seemed to leave the rain behind.
 
Last time it was soaking. This time the wind cut the warmth out of your hands as you undid gates. I only did one before donning mits. We finally got into the back end of the property and saw a solid herd of fallow does, probably 15-16 in number about 300yds off but they only hesistated for a little before fleeing over the hill to the left. Even if I'd felt inclined to take a shot at one before they broke the wind would've blown the bullet away.
 
So we continued round, parked the 4x4 on a hillside and slipped up over a smaller ridge so we could head north along a row of hills. Drew spied a few does just under the treeline high up in the ridge but they were hundreds of metres above us so we continued through open gullies north. Drew grumbled a bit about the way the wind seemed to swirl and the fact it was one minute in our faces and the next at our backs but we soon reconciled ourselves to the fact it was just going to be that way today. The wind had actually abated in many places and while it roared overhead in the tops of the trees it made our progress undetectable to wildlife. So much so that we surprised a some does in the thick timber who only noticed us because of our movement. But they were too far away and fled among the trees. There were a also lot of kangaroos but they weren't really a concern.
 
It took us a while and we finally got to the end of a smaller paddock bordering on scrub where sheep were grazing amongst the timber. Then, between the trees, a big grey/dark brown doe stood up and stared us down. I dropped to the ground and brought a bead up to her chest with the rifle cocked and was thinking "Take the shot! Take it! Take it!" when suddenly she wheeled away, crashed over the fence and was gone. Drew wasn't worried and was surprised she'd paused so long. He also said the fact I hadn't shot and missed was good. She was spooked but not "educated".
 
So, a little disappointed, I uncocked my rifle and we continued on. We crossed through more timber and down into a sheltered area when we spied a huge mob of roos sunning themselves and quietly grazing. Drew was annoyed. If they went downhill they spook possible deer and if they went forward they also spook deer. How were we supposed to proceed? I suggested a break so we sat down in the shadows, munched a muesli bar, had a drink and waited for the roos to make up their minds without prompting from us. It was about 8am by then.
 

The kangaroos sun themselves and feed.
 

Me from behind having a spell after a solid walk.
 

Drew grabs a snack.
 
Then, miraculously, perhaps because they saw Drew "watering the horses" or out of their own crazy intellect the roos made a retreat up hill....exactly where we wanted them to go. So we moved ahead and headed through some fairly high ferns. In the paddock on our right a fox was nosing about, the second we'd seen that day, but we were after deer so we carried on.
 
Not 50m from that spot I saw a shape just in front of the fence amongst the trees. I hissed at Drew and we both dropped. He passed me his shooting sticks and the spiker I'd seen appeared from the trees and paused. I did not wait this time. The 8mm Mauser was cocked, I put the bead on his shoulder and squeezed............CLICK!!!!!!! The chamber was empty!!!!!!
 
I messed with the action but Drew was already on his feet and he'd already fired a shot when I rose. The spiker was still up but hidden in the ferns and definitely not well. We slowly climbed the slope so we wouldn't spook the animal further....only to see a 3rd fox sitting at the base of a tree watching the scene unfold. Drew caught up to the spiker and a quick shot was heard. By the tme I reached him it was kicking a little and bleeding out. Drew's first shot had quartered in from the rear and ended under the skin of the front shoulder. His second shot was through the throat and it was a foregone conclusion. The spiker was dead.
 

Drew's spiker.
 

The tall ferns and bracken he'd been hidden in.
 

Drew with the spiker and his Sako 85 Stainless Laminate 7mm-08.
 

Your's truly looking sheepish with what might've been.
 
If I felt disappointed before then I was downright ashamed of the "no round chambered" stunt. It's a hack's mistake and I was certain I'd chambered a round when we left the 4x4. What's more if I'd actually fired on the doe before the same thing would've happened. Drew said not to worry and that there were lots more deer. If the morning's examples were true he was right. But we decided to pull meat off the spiker. Waste no, want not. The forequarters and 1 leg were good but the side where the 120gr Nosler BT had entered had burst the gut at the top so the leg was only good for dog meat. Unfortunately it had also completely ruined the backstraps. But the bad leg could go to the farmer. We cut them off and hung them on a nearby fence we could pick them up later with the 4x4. The benefits of cold weather hunting.
 

4 quarters.
 

The view across the land as Drew took the legs off.
 
Once that was done we began to make our way back south again and circle up into the hills. The going was very steep in places in contrast to the early morning hike and there was a lot of sign.
 

Fresh deer sign on the ground.
 
It was no small surprise then that we began to encounter herds of deer, some only 6 or 7 but others as big as 20. It was intensely frustraing for me as they halted on for a moment and then ran or hid amongst the timber. Drew was also getting frustrated because he was leading and could see more than I could. One herd in particular had 19 does and they split left and right. The larger group, about 12 does, moved away quickly. Then we hiked slowly around in search of more.
 
Suddenly Drew shouldered his rifle aimed for a moment and a shot rang out. I saw legs kick up and then 3 fawns and a small doe flee across the slope and pause. Drew said "Are you going to back me up?!" so I headed up to try and nail another. But they were already fleeing and disappearing into the timber. So, despondent again, I retured to where he was inspecting the doe.
 
She was a small animal and the 120gr Nosler BT had laid her out. The location looked very familiar.
 

Anyone recognise this......see if you do now.
 

Yup....same spot in April. How the weather can change.
 

Drew with the doe and his Sako.
 
Well, I'll take a break here and post more tomorroe when Photobucket allows me to put up the rest of the images. Stay tuned.....

[Alboy]

The empty chamber thing happens. I always load the mag but close on an empty chamber myself, then if you don't jack one in by mistake the worst that happens is a missed oppertunity. Enjoyng the read and looking forward to more.

[klallen]

nice write-up and pics.  enjoyed it.  to bad about the empty chamber, though.
 
k

[kombi1976]

And photobucket is now working for me!
 

The Nosler penetrated well, coming out just near the spine.
 
Since the doe was young and relatively undamaged by the shot we took all 4 legs and the backstraps. We hiked down the slope and left the legs on a log where we'd be able to get them with the 4x4 and then hiked back up again. Both of us almost died on ascent. Talk about steep!
 

More meat!
 
We continued to hike around but no more deer showed themselves. Here's pic Drew took of me stalking downhill in search of deer. The camo works well, despite the fact it was cheaply bought in a fabric shop and sewn by my mum.
 

 
We continued around and took a break further on with the 4x4 in view. No sign of live deer though.
 

Another amazing vista......I wouldn't live in the city for quids!
 
Unfortunately we saw no more deer at all whilst on foot and we returned to the 4x4, footsore, aching and having hiked more like 14km (9 miles) up and down hills. We drove back and began retrieving the legs. When we got to the log down hill from the doe Drew had shot I glanced up and saw the deer who'd fled after she was shot hanging around where her carcass must be. Unfortunately it was a good 150m almost straight up and they were skylining. There's is never a safe shot when an animal is skylining so I had to let it pass.
 
We then set off across the length of the property to get the spiker's meat. It took us a while and we were glassing for deer but none stuck their heads out. By now it was nearing 4pm and the wind was well and truly up again. We got the meat from the spiker and turned when I saw some larger animals running down a fence line and disappear behind a rise. I couldn't think of anything that would make sheep run like that and they were too small for cows. So we turned the 4x4 around and began to head down toward them. No sooner did we do it the herd headed straight for us.
 
Yes, they were deer, but not just any deer. They were the bachelor herd of bucks! Fallow bucks clash a lot in the rut but the rest of the year they're best buddies, hanging out together in one mob. We were told a herd had been feeding on the crop. Based on the direction it seemed the bachelor herd were those deer. That was bad news. Deer that bother the crops are liable to be culled.....not hunted, wiped out in 1 night of shooting. All the best heads came from that herd. Meanwhile, as the wind howled down behind and slightly to my left, the bachelor herd were pausing behind a tree or 2 trying to work out if we were dangerous. They were 268yds away and in normal circumstances I'd have a go. But with the wind howling I was very reticent.
 

The smaller heads in the herd....spikers aside of the single bigger rack.
 

The dominant male, his lieutenant and smaller heads gauge the danger....check out those racks!
 
I was about to get on my belly and try and close the distance when they were suddenly spooked and they fled to the right. Frustrating as it was they were long gone very quickly.
 

The herd flee led by the dominant male.
 
So I shrugged, got back into the truck and we drove away around the corner of the ridge......to see the 5 biggest heads at the corner of a fence! I leapt out, placed a bead on the closest and fired but the shot missed. It must've been close but they were 300yds out easily. If there was an upside at least they now have learned to fear a vehicle. It may save them if the farmer decides he wants to knock them all down at once for eating his crop.
 
No more deer presented themselves on the way out of the property but as it was now more like 5pm we were tired and looking for the warmth of home so we unloaded and packed our guns away and hit the road. Although I didn't take a deer I did come home with plenty of meat.
 

Venison hanging in the garage.....2 forequarters and 1 back leg.....YUM!!! :D
 
Drew also hung around for dinner and pulled out one of the back straps from the doe to slice into pieces and season in salt pepper and oil.
 

Seasoned for dinner.
 
It was popped in the fridge to cool and flavour while my wife went out for supplies and Drew and I retired to the "billiards room" to sink a few.....beers, balls and nibbles. We were mighty hungry having no proper lunch.
 

"I say, old chap, your turn or mine?"
 
And finally when my wife returned with a bag of potatoes and some other shopping we had a killer meal. Pan fried seasoned venison pieces with lashings of mashed potato and carrots followed by freshly cooked (by my wife!) chocolate mudcake and icecream.
 

 
So all in all, despite my idiotic mistakes, I did enjoy myself and next time will be better prepared. The big lesson to be learned was that deer hunting is no more mystical than goat hunting. People here like to say deer are ultra tough and you need to hit in them in specific places and you can't just go shooting any old thing. The bottom line is they are a game animal. They see you they'll flee so shoot as soon as you can and make it count. Next time I'm not going to be so hesitant.

[gitano]

What Alboy said. I simply don't have any faith in "safeties". I know, "everybody" uses them. I don't chamber a round until there is game ready to shoot. Unloaded rifles don't kill people. Sometimes, they don't kill deer either. I can LIVE with that arrangement.

For a DAY'S hunting, it seemed pretty good to me. I'm still amazed that there are no bag limits and no requirements to salvage meat. If you leave meat behind here, even if spoiled by a 'gut shot', you get a STIFF fine and lose your hunting license for a year. The second time you do it, it's a bigger fine and you lose your license for 5 years. The third time you go to jail and lose your hunting privileges forever. Here, they're nicer to drunk drivers than they are to exceeding a hunting bag limit and wanton waste.

Looks like a productive place. Since this was a Saturday hunt, any chance you'll get another chance anytime soon?

Paul

[kombi1976]

I know that the "no chambered round" is safest in a hiking situation. Not having one when I pulled the trigger however made me feel like a right burk. I really thought the bolt had picked one up next time I'll be MUCH more careful.
 
As far as bag limits go, deer are regarded as feral animals and pests so the more we take the more popular we are, at least on this property. In other places they try and preserve their numbers so there is a huntable population that is not taken out in one season. With hog deer, a quite rare species, there are bag limits, but aside of that other deer are free to take.
In terms of meat, people here take as much as they can but usually that usually amounts to the legs, the backstraps and fillets. If we're going to kill ourselves getting the meat out we do our best and leave what we can't get.
 
I hope to get back out there in a within a month. It depends on Drew's commitments as he's off goat hunting next weekend and then buff hunting not long after that.

[gitano]

Did you cycle the bolt from your shoulder? I missed a big brown bear once, (the same sickening "click" as the firing pin drops on an empty chamber), because I short-cycled the bolt with the rifle mounted. It's MUCH easier to fail to pick up a round from the magazine when the rifle is shouldered and one is trying to be 'quiet'. The second shot from the shoulder is never a problem. :)

Paul

[kombi1976]

How I wish I could blame it on that. Both of us were hunting with a round chambered but the bolt up. The Mauser is stiff to close and has a sort of position where it won't drop right open but needs a solid hit to close it. To be honest it's easier to knock open from there. I thought I'd had a round in from the time we left the 4x4. That made it even MORE embarassing. I never use the safety. It's on the back of the bolt and fouls on the scope so I can't put it on anyway.
The only other game I've "clicked" before was rabbits or perhaps the odd roo. But it was mostly because I'd emptied the mag, not forgotten to chamber a round. So it was very annoying.

[branxhunter]

I know that the "no chambered round" is safest in a hiking situation. Not having one when I pulled the trigger however made me feel like a right burk. I really thought the bolt had picked one up next time I'll be MUCH more careful.
 
Kombi,
 
Much better that the empty chamber "click" was  on a deer and not an angry buff up north.....
 
Great thread Kombi, and nice photos too.
 
Marcus

[davidlt89]

great story Andy! I had a friend take a trip to hunt fallow deer one time! Not chambering a round happens sometime, don't beat yourself up. I was glassing a field of grass one time and seen a nice little crotch horn laying down. I got off the hill I was on and ran to the truck and got my rifle and got back on the hill and put the deer in the scope. The wind was howling and I was having a hard time putting the cross hairs on the deer. As I was trying to settle them down and pull the trigger it had dawned on me that I had "failed" to even put any bullets in the gun. By the time I got back down and loaded the gun, the deer had left. As far as not chambering a round, that is usually the first thing we do around here. Never heard of waiting until you need it, but can certainly see how safe it could be in a hiking situation. Not a whole lot of spot in stock in Maine. Also glad to see you guys get some meat! The plate in the picture looked really good!!! God Bless.

[kombi1976]

I'm pleased you guys enjoy my stories. We all have mishaps in the field to do with not having ammo or loading them in time, etc but it's always better than an accidental discharge. And yeah, the meat was mouth watering!  :D

[recoil junky]

Great story Andy. Pity you weren't mucking about in 12-18" of snow.

So do you call the males "bucks" or "stags"?

'Bout what would the average one weigh (stones, kilos, pounds) and how tall are they?

The tucker looks very good, I'm hungry now, I think I'll go cook up an elk burger!!!

RJ

[kombi1976]

Thanks, RJ. Bucks and stags.....buggered if I know. Depends on the species. Fallow are called bucks and does. Sambar are called stags and hinds as are Rusa, Chital and Red deer. Drew and I were discussing this the other day and he's knocked over Sambar, Fallow and Chital but doesn't know why one species is called differently to others.
 
Fallow stags are between 4' and 5' tall not including the antlers. I'd guess some weigh as much as as 120-130lbs but I'd reckon the bulk of them are more around the 80-90lb range. Remember, I'm only going on my observation of them and how much the spiker weighed on Saturday.
 
And yeah, the food was good. I might even put aside some of the venison I have to cook up for Paul and his lady when they drop through.

[gitano]

Sounds good to me. :)

Paul

[kombi1976]

Sounds good to me. :)
 
Paul

The combination of your name and the word "venison" make your ears burn, eh, Paul?

[22hornet]

Empty chamber! Got to laugh, it's happened to me too!
 
Did I ever tell you about the time I went on a pig hunt out past Cobar and I forgot my rifle bolt?
 
Anyway, good hunt, great venison, all good in the end. Don't worry, you will get a deer before long.
Looks like top country to go for a stroll in anyway Andy.
Any plans to get a rug from one of the hides?
 
If you can neck shoot one, the ribs are now my prime cut. Soaked in sticky BBQ sauce and baked up, washed down with a couple of Stellas or Crownies along with a huge corn on the cob makes a great meal.
Try manrinading the venison in a plum sauce for something different, or wrap the backstrap in bacon and bake it.

[gitano]

Actually, the reason I shoot only 115-grain HPs out of my 7mm/.300 Weatherby is because on a 10-day fly-in sheep hunt I left my "hunting" bullets on the front seat of my pickup. When I went to load my rifle - AFTER the plane had flown off not to come back for 10 days - I realized I didn't have my "hunting loads". Fortunately, in many ways, I had brought along some of the 115-gr HPs 'just for fun'. (I KNEW they weren't 'appropriate' for big game because all the "expert" gunwriters (ptooey) said they weren't.) They worked so well that I quite using anything else AT ALL for ANY game I shot with that rifle except coastal brown bears. (While I did kill a very large coastal brown bear with that rifle and 175-grain Nosler Partitions, 7mm is WAY too small a caliber for those beasts.)

If you hunt long enough you're going to make some sort of gaff. It's usually a lesson that is never forgotten. I can assure you I have never, and will never, again leave my ammo on my car seat when I go on a fly-in hunt. I almost passed out 'til I realized I had the 115s with me.

Paul

[kombi1976]

I don't think I've ever rocked up with a rifle but not had ammo or the bolt.
I've left other gear at home but always been able to overcome it.
I think the worst was one of the January (summer) goat hunts I did.
When we saw a sign as we drove in that said "No solid fuel fires".....i.e. no camp fire.
We were forced to use a hexamine stove, a little like fire starters, for a for 3 days and it was ok.
Then we did a 1 hour round trip out to the closest decent town which had a camping store and bought one of those small gas burners that run cylinders the size of a spray can.
If it had been winter we would've been really uncomfortable, but then summer was the reason that fires were banned was because of the bushfire risk.

[Jorge in Oz]

You have a gift in telling the stories Andy it makes me feel every aspect of the hunt experience. Great pics and story. I feel your pain Andy, when I started deer hunting (which wasn't long ago either) it was an interesting step up as with roos, pigs and goats, there are always more forgiving if you miss with the first shot but with deer, they run for miles so if you miss the first time or spook them sometimes it takes half a day sometimes (for Reds especially) to find some more. My first 3 clean attempts at shooting deer were mighty flops. From cheap chinese scopes that didn't retain zero, cracked 303 stock, sighting the rifle with factory ammo and then proceeding to shoot one of my own loads without resighting the thing, to loose scope rings. You are not alone. Buck fever got the best of me and I still have to keep calm when I spot one. I practiced snap shooting, shouldering my rifle and as soon as that butt touches my shoulder and I can see my intended target I let one rip. That's why I love my Leupold scopes.
 
Loved the shot in the pool room. Splendid old chaps, jolly good show I say!!:toff:
 
The main thing is you got some venison and that meal looked mighty tasty. Well done mate.
 
Cheers
 
Jorge

[drinksgin (deceased)]

One of several reasons I really prefer to hunt with a single shot, preferably with an open hammer or a manual **** knob.  
In my opinion, they are inherently more safe.

[drinksgin (deceased)]

One thing I noticed missing in the rec room shot, where was the can of K. P. aka,Foster?
Have you finally managed to export ALL of it to America?
A question on rabbits/hares, I suppose the rabbits and hares were imported from England, seems to be several species and genra in England, do you know which ones made it to OZ?
The U.S. has 7 named hares and 9 named rabbits, I think giving some of them a separate specific name was streaching things a bit, sub species or local varieties would seem to be more realistic in some cases.
The hares are rather tough unless not yet full grown and the rabbits sometimes require a bit of parboiling if you intend to fry them.
How does the eating go, fried?
Rabbit and dumplings is an old southern standby and will make any old rabbit taste good.
P.S. when are you planning on getting a full night's sleep, 2034 or 2035?

[kombi1976]

Fosters is actually the Australian term for wee.
It's purely an accident that misinformed foreigners think it's beer. :D
As far as I know we just have the standard English wild rabbit although there's the odd pet rabbit.
But rabbits were introduced to hunt and eat......laziness, really.
There's a LOT more meat on a kangaroo.
Hares are, as far as I know, the European Brown Hare and they are TOUGH.
They need lots of the right sort of cooking and are a real pain to skin as they shed as soon as they die.
You can cook rabbits any old how.....stews, fried, roasted.
Just depends on how much meat they have on them.

[gitano]

On my recent trip, I got an earful about Fosters beer. I can say without exaggeration that not a single Aussie spoke well of it.

The rabbits Marcus and I shot were "bunnies" not hares. Very tender and very tasty in a pie. I've not seen cotton-tails that looked or tasted better.

Paul

[drinksgin (deceased)]

Gitano, did one of the boys get you fixed up with kangaroo cutlets or camel chops?
Did you get to go trolling for salt water crocks, that is, get in a canoe and trail a hand over the side?
I recently saw a picture of a metal boat that looked like a beer can left in the driveway, seems a crock wanted the goodies in it.
Is the picture showing some idiots hand feeding a 20' or so crock from a tour boat a photoshop job or are there REALLY people that idiotic in OZ?
If so, we have a few nut cases that hand feed bears we can send you when your local stocks start getting low.

[gitano]

I did have some kangaroo sausage, but no camel chops. Didn't get into the northern country = closer to equator (think our 'south') where the saltwater crocs are. kombi1976 offered some fallow deer, but we just couldn't make it happen.

Paul

[drinksgin (deceased)]

Likely you can arrange to hunt almost all deer in Texas, the exotic game ranch business is very active.
I do not know of any that have kangaroo.
If the reports were accurate, McD imported kangaroo meat, through a front, in the '90s to make  their hamburger a bit cheaper, I wouldn't know as I ate my last McD. about 1975, there was no point to one when Whataburger was available, fresh made in front of you.
Of course, that is no longer the case, the Whataburger's are made in back room secrecy as the rest of the fake foods.

:cry: