Out on the moor surveying this morning & had a slightly squeaky bum moment & got to appreciate how a Red Stags personality totally changes during the rutt.
I'd heard 2 or 3 roaring but i couldn't see any & had even thought 'good, they can stay that way'
Then one appeared, he was a few hundred meters away & started roaring, then he clocked me.
Now, any other time of year he would of turned tail n buggered off rapidly, but he didn't, he started bee-lining straight for me!
Now like I said, he was a little way away & was in no rush, but the closer he got the more nervous I became, i know someone who was tossed like a rag doll n badly injured by a stag in the rutt & have read of other accounts so felt justified in my apprehension.
So of course I did what any modern person does in such a situation, got my phone out n started filming!
I was just starting to think at what point do I stand up n 'make myself big' & if I do, will that make things worse? He got to about 30-40 feet away & stopped. I thought, if he wants he could cover that distance in no time, he was scenting the air & looking intently, but a stiff breeze was blowing towards me so he couldn't scent me. He seemed to be debating it in his head but I was relieved to see that he decided to move off, although he did keep looking back at me for a bit before finally going off, much to my relief.