I finally managed to get out again last night - because of work and shite weather, I hadn't been to the rugby club for nearly 3 weeks.
I intended to have a good look round to see what was new in preparation for a good night later this week.
I tracked a juvenile that was just ambling through the trees. He eventually stopped to eat, up a bank but, he had his back to me. I was no more than 20yrds away. He was nice and relaxed and, he kept his head down eating.
I watched him for a couple of minutes, he just stayed right where he was and, flat out refused to present a shot.
I squeaked him