WINTER TAHR HUNTING

 All of my trips start by ceremoniously gathering all of my hunting kit into an organised mess on the living room floor. The pile of gear makes me question how so much stuff can fi t into a pack , but it just seems to disappear into my Tatonka Bison It wasn’t long before I felt the rumble of Chris’ Landcruiser shaking the front door off to mark the beginning of another adventure. With a set of instructions detailing plans A through to Z left with my partner we were off before dawn bound for tahr country. Five hours later, two Fairlie pies down and one well controlled mudslide towards (but not into) a fence and we had arrived at the start of our walk. The hail pelting the side of the truck de finitely slowed our efforts to put the boots on and get into it but with concrete pills swallowed we were off walking to see what the next week had in store for us. As we approached the first hut we saw three hunters arriving from the opposite direction . Stopping in for a quick yarn we gave them an updated weather forecast. They'd just sat out one hell of a storm in the hut at the top of the valley and were stoked