The adventure started with the alarm going off at 4:30am on a drizzly Saturday morning – beats a Saturday sleep-in! Despite the forecast, we were up and out the door, truck packed for our drive of over an hour to the hunting spot of choice. Rain jackets were packed and the quad bike was on deck for ease of recovery.
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.
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