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ozyclint
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the following morning we awoke to another superb morning. before our eyes the fog rolled in up the valley from the ocean, threatening to envelop us and leave us tent bound with less than 30 yards visibility. however for the entire day it stayed low in the valley. it's always in the back of your mind that you can get fogged in at any moment. only a fool sets off for the day without taking mental notes or even gps marks on how to get back to camp since you may have to try and find camp in near zero visibility. it's very easy to get excited and rush off for a hunt without remembering how many gullies or ridges you are away from camp or knowing the quickest and safest way back to the tent. little things like this add to the ellure and challenge of the hunt.
that day i hiked way up from camp so i could hunt a small basin in the neighbouring catchment. when i got up there it didn't take long to spot some chamois bedded down for the morning. it was a very open approach but they were looking down hill away from me and i thought i'll give it a go and see what happened. i had nothing to lose afterall.
after a couple of hours of descending down a steep face in full view, (should they look my way) some of it in an uncontrolled manner on my butt following my bow down the slope, i was suprised to be within less than 80 meters. now the terrain had started to ease into the basin floor which made the final approach a little easier and still they were unaware of my intrusion into their domain. slowly i managed to get into a boulder which was about 40 meters from the chamois. all i could do was monitor the situation and hope they would play the game. after about half an hour of spying on them from behind the car sized boulder a nanny got up and started feeding away across the slope. soon they were all up and feeding, moving about all over the place. an arrow was placed on the string and i moved into position ready to pop up from behind the boulder for a shot. as soon as i did they saw me, which i fully expected, and ran out of sight. however moments later one came back to the same spot, again i appeared from behind the boulder with tension on the string and again it fled down the slope. thinking surely that was that, i was amazed to see it come back again a little closer. this time it hesitated as i came into view but so did i. it stood broadside for a moment but i passed it up. instinct told me it was too far. this time it had made it's mind up to leave for good. it joined the rest of the chamois on a rocky knob below me in the basin. it was a magnificent sight. again i was pleased with the stalk considering it looked impossible at the start. it's strange though, most times they will spot you a mile away, sometimes it pays to just give it a go.
spot the chamois-
when i arrived back in camp not much had changed.
that day i hiked way up from camp so i could hunt a small basin in the neighbouring catchment. when i got up there it didn't take long to spot some chamois bedded down for the morning. it was a very open approach but they were looking down hill away from me and i thought i'll give it a go and see what happened. i had nothing to lose afterall.
after a couple of hours of descending down a steep face in full view, (should they look my way) some of it in an uncontrolled manner on my butt following my bow down the slope, i was suprised to be within less than 80 meters. now the terrain had started to ease into the basin floor which made the final approach a little easier and still they were unaware of my intrusion into their domain. slowly i managed to get into a boulder which was about 40 meters from the chamois. all i could do was monitor the situation and hope they would play the game. after about half an hour of spying on them from behind the car sized boulder a nanny got up and started feeding away across the slope. soon they were all up and feeding, moving about all over the place. an arrow was placed on the string and i moved into position ready to pop up from behind the boulder for a shot. as soon as i did they saw me, which i fully expected, and ran out of sight. however moments later one came back to the same spot, again i appeared from behind the boulder with tension on the string and again it fled down the slope. thinking surely that was that, i was amazed to see it come back again a little closer. this time it hesitated as i came into view but so did i. it stood broadside for a moment but i passed it up. instinct told me it was too far. this time it had made it's mind up to leave for good. it joined the rest of the chamois on a rocky knob below me in the basin. it was a magnificent sight. again i was pleased with the stalk considering it looked impossible at the start. it's strange though, most times they will spot you a mile away, sometimes it pays to just give it a go.
spot the chamois-
when i arrived back in camp not much had changed.