I was out on my mountain bike in a Forestry Commission wood I go to & it started to rain, so I went 50 yards off the track to set up a brew camp. I had put the tarp up & was about to fire up a small hexi stove when I heard a crack of a smallish calibre rifle fairly nearby. As I don't like to be out in the woods near dusk when someone is throwing out some serious lead, I decided it was time to 'Foxtrot Oscar' pretty quick. About 60 seconds later I had everything stuffed in the panniers & was heading for the track again. I saw what looked liked a 4x4 a couple of hundred yards down the hill, from where I thought I heard the shot come from, with a gent all dressed in green next to it. When I got to him he said hello & I saw he had just taken a small doe, which was on the ground at the back of the truck. We ended up having a chat about deer stalking, DSCs etc ... Turned out that he was from the forestry commission & was doing some culling. It was getting darker by the minute & I needed to do a mile back to the car so I left him to it, but it was good to meet the local forest warden/ranger (or whatever they are called these days)