I’ve now lived in New Zealand for ten years and relish the opportunity to hunt the magnificent large game animals this country has to offer, thriving on the chance to explore new territory but also the privilege of being able to harvest fresh free-range meat to feed the family. Crossing paths with a mature trophy animal along the way is always an added bonus.
In the last weekend of May, Braydon and I decided to hit the mountains in search of my very first chamois. Family and life commitments meant we only had a twoday window for this hunt.
With a fine weather window, were dropped into the heart of prime chamois country and chose to camp above the bushline. Finding a suitable piece of flat ground to pitch the tent was proving difficult, resulting in us both sliding to the bottom of our tent numerous times in the night.
