As usual, I stopped and glassed the opposite face in a spot I can see from the road on the way in. Almost immediately I picked up a lone goat low down on the face - change of plan! Scooting around the parking spot, I quickly loaded up and dropped into the top of the tight and steep gully. This is the spot I shot a double last year after a long time between drinks here. As I made my way in, a funnel of blackberries and steep side made a few game trails narrow down to one and I looked at it and thought 'good place for a game cam!'. Then I looked at the tree next to me and thought it would make a good place to catch any animals moving in/out. Looks like I'm not the only one.....
Skirting around it, I made my way in through the very dry leaf litter and loose rocks. My usual approach with goats is when in doubt, go high, but I was sure this one was lower so I slowly dropped as I contoured down the gully. The running water below gave some auditory cover and in one warm updraft I got a face full of goat - couldn't be too far now. Slowly easing my way down a rocky outcrop, I picked up white below and saw a mature but poll billy about 80m below. He was below a couple of fallen trees, and I couldn't get a safe bead on him so I slowly slid down the steep face to lean on a rock that gave me a clearer shot. As I was moving down, I heard a couple of bleats in the next little fold further down hill. Hmm, stinky ol' billy or go chase something else? A goat on the ground is worth two on the slope, so I kept on towards the billy I could see. Reaching the rock, I fed a round into the chamber and slowly lined up and squeezed off the shot, at which he jumped forward a step staggered and fell over and rolled down into the blackberries before twitching a couple of times and becoming still. Glassing him quickly to confirm he was out, I decided to make a move towards the other goats in the hope they hadn't been scared off by the shot. It was cold, and the flies seemed to have been knocked on the head by the week or so of very cold nights and cool days.
Cresting the next little ripple in the slope, I could see what looked like a young billy about 100 odd meters ahead in the next little gut. As I had a nice fallen tree in front of me for cover and a rest which would give me about a 40m shot, I sat down and prepped myself in the hope that it/they would keep feeding up the hill towards me and over the small crest between us. After about 10min nothing showed, so I decided to push the issue in case they were climbing up the gut to where I suspect they're bedding at night in a little hanging gully at the top of the slope. Crossing the slippery and steep slope wasn't easy and the cover of the creek was slowly waning as it dropped sharply in the gully bottom below. Slowly poking my nose over the top of the ridge, I could see anything so I kept moving towards the next gut ahead. As I climbed the face towards the top, I saw a pair of billies up above me, and then as I slowly crept the last few meters to the top of the ridge goats showed up everywhere.
Reaching a little ledge, I sat down and set the rifle on the top before feeding in another round. The two billies above me were an easy shot, but they were both perilously close to being skylined and as I could see a nice young nanny on the steep rocks further down I waited in the hope that she would move into a better position. The billies slowly moved down into the base of the gut and the nanny slowly crossed back towards me before doubling back and stopping to feed broadside about 35m away. Again I lined up the shot and slowly squeezed it off. At the shot the nanny jumped forward a step two before disappearing into the gut behind the rocks between us. The other goats jumped up and slowly milled around in confusion, and as I quickly cycled another round in for a possible follow up shot, I heard a clatter of loose rocks and suddenly the nanny I'd shot was sailing clean through the air down the mini cliff where the little dry creek empties into the top of the steep slope. Cartwheeling down the slope, she crashed into the top of a tree and came to a stop without moving. The other goats began to move off without offering another safe shot, so as the disappeared through the tops of the trees on the opposite face, I slowly made my way down to the nanny.
As I reached her I could see the mob on the opposite face, so decided to go for a treble (and hopefully fill the freezer with tender nanny rather than stinky billy), slowly followed after them and was able to catch them as they stopped on the other side of a small rise about 15m away.
I had a safe shot, but they were all milling around in a mob and I couldn't get a clear shot of a goat I wanted to shoot without another interfering in some way. Eventually another young nanny offered up a safe shot, so I slowly stood behind a pair of young stringy barks which gave me a rest and chambered another round. Centering the cross hairs on the middle of her chest, I took the shot at which the whole mob turned and bolted as one, while the young nanny took a few steps, obviously in an unhealthy condition before bolting off behind some saplings and vanishing. I slowly followed and could see a white shape 40 meters away on the ground. Phew! But as I approached, she stood and bolted off downhill. Try as I might, I couldn't catch up and get a finishing shot into her, so as she dropped down into the creek below me and vanished through the thick undergrowth I cursed myself. This is the first time I've not been able to recover an animal I've shot, I knew it would happen some time but I learnt a lesson today to fully check animal is down before approaching so a finishing shot could be added if needed.
Slowly returning uphill to the nanny I quickly whipped off the back-legs (the front were mush), I loaded up, grabbed a quick drink and headed back uphill for the billy. Crossing the slope I couldn't help but think that my time traversing this kind of terrain is only get shorter as I get older, especially as I've had a couple of run ins with snakes on this very slope
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Reaching the billy I dragged him out of the blackberries for a photo and again quickly took the back legs.
Loading up the pack again, I was glad that this time I was substantially closer to the car and higher up the slope than last time I had to carry two goats out!!
That's lifted some pressure, the other half as been on my case for a lack of goat meat (she prefers it over venison for the most part), so that should bank some browny points when they get back from the big smoke in a few days
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