Summer Double
A weather window opened at last so I headed for the hills for five days of alpine hunting. My plan was to head up a main valley and then branch off up a side creek to make the tussock – or ‘heaven’ as I call it.
After a day and a half, I got to the tussock and here is the story of what happened on the way…
Kaboom! What was that – a rifle shot?! Then I heard tumbling rocks, which confirmed there’d been a slip in the direction I had just come from. I’d just got back to my pack in the creek bed after shooting a chamois on the tussock slope above. I decided I’d better not use that creek as my route out in case more rocks came down.
It was late afternoon on the second day of my trip. My main goal was to get a
