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.
In late March 2024, my dad and I headed into Te Urewera for an early Roar trip – four days hunting in one of our favourite spots. It’s the kind of place that makes you feel like you’re the last person on Earth, with a special kind of magic that’s hard to describe.
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