The wood looked glorious in its spring colours but still no deer despite seeing slots chewed up by hoof prints.
Richard and I bimbled over this afternoon to see what was there and if we could see any deer. The Hunt had been through this week judging by the tracks and with that and the woodsman coppicing the chestnut it was a fruitless afternoon, well almost.
I put Richard up at one endwhere high seat faces the West end, a possibly difficult place to shoot with sunset but as I cut through the eastern end I heard a bang that wasnt one of the locals with a shotgun.
On walking back through I found this sight:
You can clearly see the exit wound, nice one. It turns out to be a pregnant vixen so thats one less litter in the area. JWD. The brush is now about to be preserved.