High steaks game of hide and sika
High peaks stand in a cloak of cloud. All around the air is crisp cold and the winter skies are blue. Fog, low cloud and mist all mean it’s a waiting game but, when mountain hunting for sika is the objective, it’s always worth the hanging around. I’d done my share of waiting as Storm Barra came and went and — with the children’s trampoline retrieved from the neighbour’s garden — my day on the mountain was set.
As a guide for local sporting agent John Fenton, I take guests out in all weathers but there are some days that are specially made for the high mountain. And when those days are forecast, I always set time aside to go and make the
