Coming down the winding road, looking for deer and goats out the window, we come across the driveway. We meet the man that owns the farm and bush. He drives us to the hut and gives the buggy to us for the weekend. As soon as we unpacked our stuff out of the buggy we went hunting trying to look for the big red stag 400 m away. I did a Fallow grunt that made him stand up. The gun went BANG and hit him in the shoulder, he ran down the other side of the hill. Five minutes later he came up and sat down again. I did another Fallow grunt. Bang! He rolled 300m down the hill. It was easy for us to drag him down the hill, but we were scared that it was going to break an antler. So we took some photos and got the buggy, we did about three trips to get the stag to the chiller.
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