Taking a chamois with a trad bow in the Southern Alps of New Zealand is a fantastic achievement mate!
I feel privileged to have been there to share in it with you.
And a big thank you for providing us with some fresh meat Clint, as you know it went down a treat and was a welcome change from freeze dried meals.
After looking at this thread, the fact that I'll have to wait at least another year to hunt those mountains again is really starting to sink in now.
I'm already longing to return again.
I'll help out by posting a few pics for you mate.
Sharing in the success.
Caping out back at camp.
Sharing in the spoils that night. We had a cheery little cook-in while it snowed outside. The memory of the aroma of freshly fried chamois steaks still makes my mouth water.
Happy hunter.
All that white stuff was a real novelty for this ignorant Queensland boy. I just had to make a snowman. Meet Archy the bowhunting snowman.
After a few days of frozen toes and fingers and the 100th time I'd slipped on the ice and landed on my butt, I came to the conclusion that living in a tent and trying to hunt steep mountains in the snow was somewhat challenging and the novelty started to wear off.