Did the stalk (crawl, wriggle, sneak and stealth) of my life on a lightly touched traffic deer, just to have it sabotaged when I finally got within close range. I had to get in close because of the mist. I was wet, cold, filthy and with slugs hanging off my jacket from commando crawling through marshes.
You go figure how pissed I was when someone - who hunts and has a dog they say they want to do track and dispatch with - happened to walk by, started yelling, and bumped the two deer. I was so furious I could barely open my mouth, never mind tell her off. 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡Went back for the dog again (she had already shown me the deer at the start), and retracked with her. Found just one of them, watched for a while and it seemed ok. Couldn't find the other and dog insisted on the first track. I trust her nose, so I had no choice but to pack up for the night.
Urban tracks can be tricky. People, dogs, traffic, houses, roads and highways. I knew I'd get one chance at that deer. One chance only to identify which of them was hit, see if it was badly enough hurt to need dispatch, and take a safe shot. Not impressed that the only decent chance I had got blown by someone who definitely should have known better. With luck the other one is OK too. #nvr #trafikeftersök #stadsrådjur #bayerskviltspårhund