The winter slowly passed. Winter is shotgun season, and while I spent those long months mostly with a shotgun in hand, my deer rifle was quietly waiting for its time—the spring roe buck season.
A month before the opener, I took the rifle out to check zero. Everything was perfect. Ready.
Formally new hunting season starts on 1st April.
Hunter year legally lasts from 01st April til 31st march here.
By the 1st April and for next season a hunter annual registration mark should be received.
It is in a form of small sticker, that looks like postal stamp, and it is then glued to hunters id card for this year.
I was waiting for the date of 16th April, first day of roe buck season.
That was supposed to be THE DAY.
In April, the bucks are plentiful, the grass and crops are low, visibility good, and bucks have not been hunted since last September, so they are less spooky after spending fall and winter without hunting pressure.
In may and june, conditions in the fields worsen.
Less bucks are around, because of the hunting off take, and the crops and vegetations are high, asking more time and effort to get a buck.
End of july, beginning of august - in some places there are mosquitos to accompany a hunter, heat, but also this is a time for roe deer rut.
They come on a calling. This is special experience.
The hunting season ends on 30 September.
But during the September, they hide in forests, stay in shade, they are exhausted after mating, less active and keep collecting fat to survive the winter.
Numbers are low, as many have been taken during the season.
So, my time, to hunt them across the seasonal options, and if I can choose is from 16 April, till 1st of may.
For me, this is the best time!
But, by early April this year, my annual hunter registration sticker has not arrived.
I called everywhere and everybody but to no avail.
Some administration problem, printing issue, what ever..
Dont worry it will come shortly, they said!
16th of April came, the sticker has not arrived!
I was desperate.
Then, under the force majeure of administrational kind, I had nothing else but to turn back to home works, reconstruction of the house, boat maintenance for next season.
The days without that sticker, slowly passed, and I tried not to think about it.
FInally, I got it!
Received by the end of April, almost two weeks after season opened!
I called the hunting area owner, and manager Zoran.
Do you still have some bucks on quota?
Yes, a few!
Can I come next days, and will bring a friend?
Sure, come next Tuesday.
Can I try for two bucks, and he will try for one?
Sure, we can manage!
Ufff, a deep sense of a relief came on my side!
So, Tom and me, two friends, off we went for planned 2 days hunt.
I had my doubts and concerns, because with 2 weeks of season open, some bucks will be taken, and opportunities will be less.
At 2 am we went off, arriving to the place just before 5 am, with dark all around us.
Zoran met us infrornt of the hunting lodge, gave us the paperwork, and before the dawn broke, we were at our blinds.
Mile, the hunt muster, who took us to the blinds, told me:
If you shoot, do not come down from blind, because here the two bucks have their overlapping territory, and second one can come out.
I will pick you up in any case, by 08.30.
Okey... Sounds good, but knowing my bad luck, I had my realistic doubts about two bucks, from same blind, on same morning
At least this sounded conforming, about two bucks circling around, giving me a good chance at least for one.
The hunting area is well known, but mostly famous for pheasant and partridge hunts.
Roe deer side animal on game management plan.
There are plenty of roe around, but very limited number of annual off take.
Hunting here for a roe deer is mostly from blind, and area is easy for hunt. Fields are well managed, flat, and easy for long walks during pheasant hunt.
While I was sitting in blind, I was waiting to hear a shot from another position where my Friend Tom was sitting with his Blaser r8 in hand.
My blind was in the middle of forest crossroads. I could see clearly in 4 directions, at 90 degree angle, along the road clearings.
It was a very dense bush aside of each road. And if I take a shot, it will be somewhere along these clearings, where also the grass is most green.
In the bush, in permanent shadow, there was almost no grass.
I used a chance to measure the distances to all visible land marks.
The shot could be taken anywhere between 50 and 300 meters. I memorized few distances to some trees and similar objects.
So, minutes passed.
Ups!
And a roe buck came out!
And it is not too far away.
I Checked the antlers, ok - acceptable for my standard. (I dont shoot medals)
I rested the rifle on rail of blind, and found the buck in crosshair.
He was a bit too close for my taste, because blind had a roof, but it was not closed, and he was walking directly to my direction.
In a few moments I was certain he will see me.
Also, he was walking towards me, which meant short time, before getting alert.
I kept crosshairs at the chest, and when he stopped, I fired!
Effect was instant, at measured distance of 80 meters.
Buck down!
What next?
I was instructed not to come down from blind, in case another buck comes out next.
I resisted the urge, and kept discipline.
I stayed put, after I was certain the buck will not go away, and will stay there.
2nd buck for me?
Hardly! I am not that lucky, but I was not worried. I had two days to hunt.
2nd one will come out eventually, maybe tommorow.
So, I took a cigarette, a rare luxury for me, on the blind, but I had no particular reason to deny myself such luxury considering I had a buck down, 2nd one will not come out due to my bad luck and all I had to do is stay put, and wait for 08.30 to be picked up by Mile.
The cigarete was still burning in my hand, when I saw a movement on the clearing, alongside the road, 180 degrees from the place where first buck was.
Naaay, it cant be...I thought.... I am certain of my bad luck, and this should be unshootable doe on morning graze...
But just to keep my mind at peace, I took Leica binos.
My god!
Another buck! 16o meters.
Moving away from me, fairly fast.
The antler looked older, seamingly in decline, as it comes to decline after 7 years of age!
Perfect!
Just, not to be so perfect situation - he was walking away from me, on the right side of clearing. First measured distance was 160 meters, and even in the binocular he was not representing too big target.
I put the rifle on the rail of the blind, but to connect the crosshair to the target, I had a branch of a tree blocking the view.
And I dont want to shoot through the branch.
When I moved the rifle to the right, I lost the rest, because now the rifle was over the entrance to the blind, and it had no rest there!
I wanted now the jim shokey tripod, but I left it in the car.
Buck kept his pace still walking away, with distance mercylessly increasing!
To improvise some rest I put the left hand over the rail, stretched the palm out, and rested the rifle on my free floating palm.
It was still still shaky, but better than nothing.
At least I was clear from that branch.
Bullet will pass at least 4 inches away from branch.
Now, semi satisfied with shooting stance, I followed the buck.
Still walking away. Fairly fast.
Approaching 200 meters mark.
Suddenly he stopped. He then turned sideways and looked at my direction, with crosshairs behind the shoulder, I let it go!
I heard a dull impact sound of bullet hitting home.
In a recoil of the rifle I did not see the effect of impact, and when the rifle settled I could see rear part of roe buck entering dense bush to the right.
Great!
Just when I was getting used on DRT procedure with previous buck, this one started hide and seek game!
In the same time, I was not 100% certain of where I hit, due to my shaky shooting stance.
In my mind, I did everything OK, but I did not have that inner feeling of a good shot.
I went there to check, found few drops of blood, but the bush was totally impenetrable for me. I tried entering the bush, saw nothing, and came out empty handed.
I called hunt master Mile, and told him to bring a dog.
His pet is jack russel, who enjoys special position at his place, among other bird dogs he has.
Shortly Mile was here, and Benko, jack russel champion dog. Jack russel sits with him in front seat. So, I went back into the blind to identify the position of place of shot.
He walked forward with dog along the clearing.
I looked through binocular till he reached position.
I tried yelling to stop, but he didnt hear.
I called by mobile phone, he picked up.
This is position! Stop here, look around!
I didnt finish the sentence, jack russel launched like from catapult after getting the smell in the nose!
I was looking the events from distance, and Mile walked into the bush!
I was about to climb down to follow them, but Mile was already out, pulling the buck.
I went there.
Took the moment and measured the distance to the blind: 178 meters!
Mile said, the buck was 50 meters in the bush.
He was shot behind the shoulder, lower in the heart area
Now we had to collect animals to car, and go back to lodge for a breakfast.
it was about 7 am in the morning, and by that time the shot from my friend Tom on another blind has not been heard yet.
At 08.30, Mile collected Tom from blind, empty handed.
We had now a day to kill, before late afternoon outing.
I had no idea what I can do next, my tags had been filled.
But first order of the day was to get some sleep. We hit the road at 2 am, and I woke up at midnight. I went to rest at 22, so I had less than 1 hour of sleep.
Tom was probably in same shape.
We woke up by early afternoon. Made new plan.
New blind for Tom.
And I got permit for jackal and fox, at least to have something to do.
It took 2 hours in the blind, till I heard a shot in the distance.
Tom is acclaimed long range shooting competitor, and I had no doubts, his roe buck was down. I took my mobile from the pocket, and waited for a call!
15 minutes later, a call came: I have a roe buck down, call them to pick me up!
Okey. I called back the lodge, told them to pick him up, then to pick me up.
it was still a daylight. We could do an easy dinner, and go home after sorting out the papers.
We came home, one day earlier, around midnight.
I took with me all three bucks, cut in quarters, to dress them and pack the meat in freezer bags.
On arrival home, I covered them and placed some frozen water bottles over the venison to keep cold till morning.
Small gear and equipment checked from back pack and stored in the locker, and finally I found some energy to do the last thing for the day: clean the rifle.
Then I knocked off, exausted.
This extra day was so usefull. next morning I dressed all the venisson. It took me 4 hours. then I called Tom to pick up his part, and got mine into the freezer.
Finally I had some time to rest.
Becasue, mrs mark-hunter, had already packed me up for another trip. Tomorrow, we were to go to Budapest, Hungary, for next 4 days to Eric Clapton concert, and local sightseeing.
But that is a story for another day.