It’s one week since I emerged from the rugged West Coast hills from my second-ever tahr hunt, and I’m extremely battered and bruised after seven days camping and hunting the incredible Himalayan tahr.
I must admit to being a Swazi tragic of sorts. I still own a pair of the original 300g (super-heavyweight by today’s standards) fleece pants and quarter-zip top.
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