A bit of a story behind the goat .
I had actually been stalking a mob pof larger Billies up in the high rocks as seen in the photo's of the georges . After a few swirling winds had sent them scurring yonder I had decided to return to camp . As i climbed down what was a very large steep mountain that i nearly fell off a couple of times lol i saw this fella and his mates a few hundred yards ahead of me .
Wind in my face I dashed foward to jockey position in some low flat scrubby hills to ambush them as they walked past.
I mistakenly set up on the wrong game trail only to find them a further 70 yards ahead . Down on all fours , through Matagauri spikes [ ouch ] and sheep , i crawled and crawled to get into shooting position only to pop my head up with a nanny goat 3 yards in front of me staring at me .
Off they took around a small hill, myself rising to run to the top to catch them as the departed . Having no idea where they were running to I reached the top of the small hill to find the Goats only 15 yards off running right to left in front of me .
now I'd love to tell you all about my solid anchor , great back tension etc ..... I just remember my bow arm swining with the goats , picking the best coat amidst a sea of white and watchinfg the goat pile up 30 yards away .My shot was 'further back' than i am comfortable with but the sharp Stos 160 seemed to have done its job... On approach I loosed a 2nd shaft , quartering through his vitals, ending the days hunt and leaving me both remorsefull and excited ... also leaving me in a ball of shaking sweat !