Hunting a deer
Waiting for a deer…
….After about another 45 minutes of waiting Cooper became restless and started to take wind. I picked up my glass and peered in the same direction as Cooper showed.
A deer still young, a sharp one. But too far for a good shot and no bullet trap. After a short observation I decided to hunt the deer. My way from the pulpit to the deer was ideal. I was able to crease the ground and stalk unseen by the deer and above all I had good wind.
When I came up to a good shooting distance and cover, I had to listen to the deer changing direction again. Well, well, I thought, back to my pulpit. I examined the spot where the deer was roaming to find out what the deer was standing on. Clover was his favorite food tonight.
On my way back I heard my friend’s shot burst. Fine, I thought Pete had shot the deer.
That meant he was heading for Pete. When he arrived, Pete was already standing with a flashlight in the middle of the meadow, looking for the shot. We circled for about five minutes around the place where he thought he would be shot. Enough, I thought now, we have Cooper with us, let her search and I put the search harness on her and handed Pete the dog. Cooper, however, looked in the direction of Pete's seat and Pete, as an experienced former handler, knew "the dog is always right". Cooper found the actual shot, which we could quickly see from the stalking signs. Now Cooper was on the way again towards the escape route of the deer. After a short distance Cooper had disappeared in the woods and Pete called to me: he has the deer, the leash is without a train. The deer was in a stream bed and Cooper was on top of it.
I recovered the deer and we brought it back to the meadow and broke it open.
Cooper was made with a piece of throat and spleen and we were both glad to have a dog with us, because due to the confusing terrain the search would have taken longer.
Hunting without a dog is rubbish!
