Another hunters' pulpit

What a find, what a stroke of fortune! This time a year ago yesterday, I wrote about hunters' pulpits (the wooden platforms from which state-licenced hunters can take pot-shots at local wildlife). Today, by complete accident, I came across one I've not seen before, while walking along the edge of the forest between Dąbrowa Duża and Rososz. Climbing up the wooden stairs, I found that it was unlocked, so I entered. Inside, a (literally) moth-eaten hunter's jacket, a half-empty bottle of mineral water, some chocolate wrappers, and a wooden chair with a cushion. I sat down and surveyed the scene. Instantly, I was in luck BINGO! My Nikkor 70-300mm lens on, shutter set to 1/160th of a second, I zoom right out...

Below: the deer gets closer, before turning away. I set the shutter to 1/320th of a second to freeze the action a bit better. Look at the veins on the back and shoulders!

Below: a second or two earlier, what looks like a pair of juvenile males, the one in the background older than the one in front, racing out of a field of rapeseed and charging onto a freshly ploughed field.

Below: how they looked when I first caught sight of them. Moving slowly. As with yesterday's hare, I happened to be in the right place at the right time.

Left: the pulpit – quite high as pulpits go. This one is in good condition (the wooden posts can rot underground, causing the structures to topple if neglected.)  The hunting season is over; shooting deer after the end of February is prohibited.

Below: the view from the top, looking from left to right, to the north-east, east and south-east.

Managed to get my walk in before the weather turned. All good – 14.5k paces today. It occurred to me as I approached the woods beyond Dąbrowa Duża that the place where I wanted to go today for an hour-long walk is an hour's walk from home. And an hour's walk back.

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