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From Clintons lofty perch on top of the range he was able to look to where I was glassing.
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At one point during the day , Clint came over the radio rather flustered telling me a Tahr had bedded below me on a small saddle.
I gathered what gear I needed and dropped over into a small steep creek knee/waist deep in snow, When I got to where the Tahr had been he was gone it was just to noisy getting down in the snow.
I climbed back up and saw the Tahr 80 meters away he had crossed where I walked up earlier and headed towards Clintons direction.
In hindsight I would have been better coming down the front of the ridge, but there the breaks when your stalking blind, as we were to find out more and more on this trip terrain just doesn't look the same viewed from afar.
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I watched later in the day as Clint put the bull Tahr up from his rocky hiding place Just by the sound of him climbing down in the snow .
The Tahr ran right out the front of the range non stop, it was amazing to wath him move that fast in such fatal terrain, what he did in minutes would have taken us hours.