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Today I busted my arse up the goat hill for the first time in nearly 6 months. Between covid and inactivity this year because of my knees ( I'm terrified of pushing too hard and f***ing them for months like I did at the butchers ) I've lost a lot of non existent fitness. So I don't mind admitting this hunt has nearly f***ed me !
Didn't even get 500m from the house and saw a fallow doe with fawn at foot around 150m away. Had it been half as far and the fawn twice as big the hunt would have ended there. As it was I had the pleasure of watching them a bit before mum decided enough was enough and bounded off.
Got to the top of the hill and sat down for yet another breather,a drink,and a bite to eat. Didn't take long before I heard bleats and branches cracking in the scrub between the 2 main dams. Determining they were heading for the dam on the right,I got myself into position down wind ( not that there was much wind) and slowly stalked in. First thing I saw was the farmers cattle,5 of them,on my end of the dam. Working through the bushes I spotted the goats right up the other end about 60m away. I watched them a bit,was about to drop one by the water when a bigger one herded a nanny into view,turned side on,and collapsed with a shoulder shot. Quick reload and the one by the water followed suit. All over in 5 seconds. Could have shot another one but didn't. Who needs a lever gun ? Lol.
Now I'm down the bottom of the hill,cooling myself and some goat legs by the creek,before tackling the small-butstilltiring- hill back to the car. A beer awaits !