The stag, a young one
The hinds, suspecting something is not quite right
The amazing row of beech - these are positioned along the traditional bank and wall field boundaries.October took me to Exmoor for the red deer rut. The weather had been incredibly mild over the past few weeks which didn't give high hopes of seeing any red deer fighting action - the colder weather brings the hinds down from the moor peaks and thus the horny males follow.
We pulled up at a good site at about 6am when it was just gettin glight and as soon as the car engine stopped running we could hear the bellow of the males echoing over the valley.
We came close on numerous occasions to groups of deer, but alas no actual scrapping. In the distance we could hear the clash of antlers and the continuous roars but could not get close enough. Still, it was an excellent experience of which I am keen to experience again next year.
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