Missing Muntjac

March 7, 2008

Over a beer or three in Texas, I confessed to headkeeper Martin Broad that I’d never shot Britain’s smallest deer, the non-native Muntjac. He’s taken the bit between his teeth, and I’ve spent several evenings ensconced in a high seat in one of his woods. Contrary to my wife’s belief that prey are oddly attracted to me, hence my luck with rod, rifle and gun, I can’t seem to shoot a munty. We’ve seen plenty of fallow and roe, including some stunning Gold Medal roe that are for sale, but only the rapidly retreating behinds of muntys. If I stay home, everyone shoots munty. I’m developing a complex. If you fancy an evening (or morning for that matter) stalk, for cull or trophy beast, get in touch. Unless, of course, you want that munty buck Martin’s saving for me…