Thread: Goats last laugh

Green overalls proved a good choice today, sliding down a slope in lush green grass (on my back) provided entry into a gully system undetected.

Previous trips had cleaned the Goats completely from this farm and i was surprised to hear of a "survivor"

Typically the wily few grazed within view of the owner and bolted at the slightest new sound, and this one was no exception, as this was probably my fourth attempt to get him i learned that magpies, plovers, parries and farm animals all provided an adequate warning system.

Sidling into a cooler scrub filled gully


i found a small patch of wild strawberries and tried to to rekindle the memory

To say they lacked would be an understatement, they were as sour as battery acid and stole moisture like a mouthful of dry weetbix



Sitting in position to glass the whole valley i was not surprised to see it empty, magpies earlier had told anything that would listen about the green intruder.

Having nowhere else to really be, settling in for the long haul seemed a reasonable choice, laying back in the grass i shut my eyes, farm flies aside it was quite relaxing

Everywhere around me were grasshoppers of all types, two even having a hopathon on my rifle and stayed on it for probably 10 minutes



An hour passed before i spotted my target, high above a bluff system on a steep grassy slope he munched. On hands and knees i moved 50yrds to get a better shooting position and disturbed a small frog



And near the cover of some scrub a lil covey of new Quail



The last few yards in the open grass were easy as its great cover

236yrds easy for the 223, i waited for him to lift his head, dog tucker to be

At the suppressed shot he dropped and slid out of sight, job tidy.

Standing where he last stood i had to smile, at the headshot he slid down the steep slope and dropped off into an impenetrable cliff/ gorge system and was gone



All that and i had no dog tucker, Goat had the last laugh.