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WKR
Despite hunting every weekend for the last couple of months the freezer was now EMPTY! Mainly due to 'scouting' not actual hunting.
So I headed off to find a solution.
A leisurely walk in saw me into some nice looking country. I soon spotted some other hunters not far away so sat down to see what they were upto.
They seemed to be a bit random with their movements despite a group of Bull Tahr being only a few hundred yards above them.
I watched and waited expecting a barrage of shots to begin but nothing happened.
It was almost dark and I had a fair look over the Tahr by now and decided one of the bulls would fit my bill.
The other hunters didnt seem to be doing a hell of a lot and I had now lost their where abouts. So I took off to close the distance before it got to dark to shoot.
A short scramble later and I was about 400 yards from the Tahr but couldnt see nothing. Some frantic glassing found them in the fading light. I struggled to make out who was what but found a decent looking bull at 380 yards and sent a wee .243 pill his way. A solid whack and a stumbling bull. It was too dark to find him but I was confident he was hit hard.
I caught up with the other hunters at the hut. They said it was too late to hunt so left the Tahr for the morning.
The morning saw a storm roll in with some big thunder, and cold driving rain. I was off to recover my bull but the other hunters seemed reluctant to leave their sleeping bags haha. Wont shoot much in bed!
There was a 'tramper'(hiker) at the hut who was headed the same way as me and decided to join me for the recovery. After a short but steep and tricky climb we were standing next to my very dead bull Tahr. He had only made it about 20 yards down hill and fell another 20 to land on a nice wee ledge.
After a quick photo session and boning out the hind quarters we were off to the truck before the river came up to high to cross.
All in all a great weekend in the hills!
So I headed off to find a solution.
A leisurely walk in saw me into some nice looking country. I soon spotted some other hunters not far away so sat down to see what they were upto.
They seemed to be a bit random with their movements despite a group of Bull Tahr being only a few hundred yards above them.
I watched and waited expecting a barrage of shots to begin but nothing happened.
It was almost dark and I had a fair look over the Tahr by now and decided one of the bulls would fit my bill.
The other hunters didnt seem to be doing a hell of a lot and I had now lost their where abouts. So I took off to close the distance before it got to dark to shoot.
A short scramble later and I was about 400 yards from the Tahr but couldnt see nothing. Some frantic glassing found them in the fading light. I struggled to make out who was what but found a decent looking bull at 380 yards and sent a wee .243 pill his way. A solid whack and a stumbling bull. It was too dark to find him but I was confident he was hit hard.
I caught up with the other hunters at the hut. They said it was too late to hunt so left the Tahr for the morning.
The morning saw a storm roll in with some big thunder, and cold driving rain. I was off to recover my bull but the other hunters seemed reluctant to leave their sleeping bags haha. Wont shoot much in bed!
There was a 'tramper'(hiker) at the hut who was headed the same way as me and decided to join me for the recovery. After a short but steep and tricky climb we were standing next to my very dead bull Tahr. He had only made it about 20 yards down hill and fell another 20 to land on a nice wee ledge.
After a quick photo session and boning out the hind quarters we were off to the truck before the river came up to high to cross.
All in all a great weekend in the hills!
