Stephan asked, “Can you call him?” I told Stephan to get ready on the sticks and I would try.
I have been practicing for some time in calling bucks by mouth during the rut. I had learned how to call Pink Footed geese from the late Mckenzie Thorpe over many years of wildfowling in Lincolnshire and firmly believe if you can perfect it; the use of your own vocal cords is more effective than anything else in the right conditions. Watching through his binoculars, I called twice, from the base of my throat a sharp, loud, OOH! OOH!
The reaction surprised us both; the buck turned in a defiant posture, tossed his head and stamped one hoof and barked back. I replied with three more short barks. With that the buck started to trot towards us. The buck and I exchanged barks and calls. The buck’s approach speed started to quicken, at about 40 metres from us, I called in a different pitch, unlike a deer. The buck stopped in its tracks and faced us.
Stephan fired; in the poor light the muzzle flash appeared very bright. The buck lunged backwards as the .243 100grain bullet hit its mark. The buck then turned to the left and ran off disappearing in the poor light. We heard him run and then it was silent. By now there was a heavy due forming on the grass and there was a chill in the air. Although it was tempting for us to look straight away, we left it 15 minuets and then we both walked across the field to see if he had dropped in the grass. After about 35 metres Stephan called across, “I have him, he is a good buck” I walked over to see a perfect shot placement.