The target glided swiftly across the open field, Stephen Hart's eyes were completely focussed on it.
As his fingers curled around the trigger of the Blaser 308 tactical gun, he felt a rush of adrenaline shoot up the arm supporting the heavy object.
There was no way on earth he could miss this one, it was so immense, no way possible.
As he started putting pressure onto his finger, a rustling of leaves and a twig snapping told him Connor had arrived.
He breathed a heavy sigh as the delicate doe ran away in alert, and turned round to face Connor.
'Thanks mate. For scaring my doe away.' Stephen joked.
'Any time. Call from Cutter, new anomaly. What were you shooting that thing for anyway?'
'No reason, I've got something bigger to shoot now!' They made for the car, laughing.