By now it was getting hot and the Tahr had disappeared so we caught a few winks up on the hill. After lunch I spotted a few more across the valley and again further up so off we went.
Getting ready to head after the second mob
On the way we had to criss cross the bouldery stream, on one crossing I glanced up and saw a Tahr moving on a high up bluff, a quick gander through the binoculars showed 30 plus Tahr moving down to feed. Some were playing the fool on the real steep stuff, god knows how they didn't
come a gutsa. We had a terrible stalk ahead of us through thick scrub and spaniard grass and ended up struggling to find somewhere to shoot from. After a while Greg managed to nail a few nannies and secure his first Tahr
Greg with his first Tahr
Next day was a bit less eventful, we had less time but still saw a good number of nannies and juveniles. No sign of bulls anywhere.
I managed to get a nice shot at a nanny which was watching us from a tall rock. She stood facing us for 15 minutes or more. When she finally turned the Edge sent some joy her way and sent her catapulting off the bluff. 690 yards, yee ha. I headed up with the rifle to get some pics but got bluffed out. I spotted another route to take but it meant heading back down 200m elevation and reclimbing the next spur, even that looked dodgy to say the least so I headed out with no photo
Grabbed a photo of this little fella on the way out though
Then we headed over and caught up with Crazyman, The Claw, Ken, Gimp, Gordy, Tussock and 45South
for some gong ringing and a yarn. A good group of fellas, cheers for organising that Sam and Gav 8-) 8-)
The conditions were testing to say the least.