When you read the title of my Sunday Photo... 'One Shot' you might think that I'm referring to my photography, but sadly in this case I'm not.
(Please if you can spare the time, read until the end of the post)
Yesterday, I was woken by an explosive gun shot and I immediately jumped out of bed.
(This was quite a feat as it wasn't even 6am)
It is incredibly light here at the moment with the summer solstice, so we can clearly see everything throughout the whole night.
To my horror I saw two gunmen who had killed a deer.
They put on blue plastic gloves and gutted him there and then... slinging his limp dead body into the back of a truck!
They were quite a distance and my phone camera couldn't really capture this horror... which is probably for the best.
As I watched through the binoculars a tear ran down my cheek.
This beautiful gentle beast was just minding his own business and then some mindless cretin decided to end his life.
I'm sorry if I am going on here, but the day before I had taken so many photos of this buck and felt very privileged to have him visit.
To say this event spoilt my morning.
I felt sick and couldn't contemplate eating breakfast.
I felt sick and couldn't contemplate eating breakfast.
I can understand the need for culling where necessary, but there is absolutely no need here at the moment. The most deer I've ever seen together were four and that was only once.
As the truck drove away I snapped their photo, but once again it's blurred.
It was later in the morning that my son came to me whispering... "he's back"
I couldn't believe it... they hadn't killed this stag, but another deer.
I'm still terribly sad for the loss, but thankful that this stunning buck escaped the gunmen (this time!)
At least it allowed me to celebrate my 39th Wedding Anniversary with a meal later in the day.
Thankfully venison wasn't on the menu!