Thread: 1st Tahr Hunt

My first Tahr



It all started with Phil scoring a ballot into Edison River campsite May - June 2017. Ghetto Dave who was a replacement himself couldn't make it and there was an open spot, I jumped at the chance and took the time off work.



Journey started with pick up at 4am Friday in order to make our date with James Scott (our pilot for the trip) early the Saturday morning. Driving from Palmerston North to the base of Fox Franz Heliservices was long and tiring but the amazing scenery made the journey bearable. The scenery on the drive down proved to be nothing in comparison to what we would experience on the flight in, and the view from camp was simply breath-taking.



The fly in was spectacular, our excitement peaked as we spotted bulls from the chopper. We also begun to get a feel for what we had gotten ourselves in for. Caleb and myself were virgin Tahr hunters and those hills sure looked amazing; although steep, slippery and dangerous.



We set up camp and made plans for the afternoon. The decision was made to spilt up, Phil and Caleb paired up and took off up stream. This left Alistair and myself to scramble up a steep side creek onto the ridge adjacent camp, luckily managing to keep our feet dry in the shallow river crossing. We slowly made out way to the top after cresting several false tops, where we sat back in the sun glassing and taking in the view.



Alistair spied a large mature bull way up top, he was standing under an overhanging rock with his blond mane blowing in the wind, Alistair pulled out the spotting scope and confirmed he was a shooter.

As we watched and waited for his next move several smaller bulls and a few nannies started moving down towards us. It amazed me how easy they got around on vertical rock faces.



The big blond bull was stubborn and even after several of his nannies worked their way down out of the bluffs he stayed put. As we worked our way around the ridge trying to get another angle on him we spied a lone bull, he was mostly hidden in some rocks with just his head in view.
He was at 600y and facing us. We could see he had a solid head with great curl, he looked very even and just awesome. We put the spotter on him and as soon as he turned sideways I said to Alistair this is my bull and we hatched a plan to get a shot.






We slipped out of sight and began closing the distance. After picking our way through some dead ground and cresting a small rise we figured this was a close as we could get. We found a good flat rock and got set up, distance was 435y with no wind. the angle was just steep enough uphill to need to prop up the bipod with a couple of small bags.



We waited for a few minutes for a shot, after what felt like ages he finally stood up, looked around and had a scratch. He then walked to the right a little presenting a nice broadside shot, I needed no second invitation. I gently squeezed off, the 168VLD from Alistair's R93 7mm Rem Mag did the business, passing through his chest and smashing his offside shoulder to bits. He was hit hard, a short struggle saw him go about 6 feet before realising there was no hope and flopping over just out of sight.



We made it over to him just as light was fading, the route up wasn't pleasant but we made it just in time to score a couple of pictures as the sun was going down. We took the head then slid him further down the face where we could skin him out. The trek back to camp was all smiles despite the fact that it was slow going under headlamp with heavily laden packs.



Overloading the expeed pack's 23kg weight limit with the skin and head plus gear, we slowly made our way back to camp. Under the weight and in the dark, the trip back took a couple of hours, it felt longer if I’m honest, but lucky for me it was mostly downhill. We arrived into camp to the smell of cooking. After setting down the pack, much to the relief of my shoulder (which I had surgery on only a few months ago), we finally got a chance to run the tape over him. He went 13" and I was surprised to say the least! Seeing that tape brought a flood of excitement and elation. It is difficult to put in to words the sense of achievement after all the planning and preparation for a trip like this. And it was only the end of day 1!



My First Tahr and one that I will never forget, I'm now addicted to the Southern Alps and already planning a return trip.



Cheers
Shane

Good stuff, nice first bull! Great pics.

Nice one looking forward to day 2

Good stuff shane. Looks pretty awesome down there. On the to do list for sure

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Good write up! Love the pic of you and the tahr - looks like he's having a little giggle to himself...

primo Shane!

'' Seeing that tape brought a flood of excitement and elation. It is difficult to put in to words the sense of achievement after all the planning and preparation for a trip like this.'' I know the feeling mate , and that was 45 plus years ago .

Originally Posted by 199p

My first Tahr



It all started with Phil scoring a ballot into Edison River campsite May - June 2017. Ghetto Dave who was a replacement himself couldn't make it and there was an open spot, I jumped at the chance and took the time off work.



Journey started with pick up at 4am Friday in order to make our date with James Scott (our pilot for the trip) early the Saturday morning. Driving from Palmerston North to the base of Fox Franz Heliservices was long and tiring but the amazing scenery made the journey bearable. The scenery on the drive down proved to be nothing in comparison to what we would experience on the flight in, and the view from camp was simply breath-taking.

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The fly in was spectacular, our excitement peaked as we spotted bulls from the chopper. We also begun to get a feel for what we had gotten ourselves in for. Caleb and myself were virgin Tahr hunters and those hills sure looked amazing; although steep, slippery and dangerous.

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We set up camp and made plans for the afternoon. The decision was made to spilt up, Phil and Caleb paired up and took off up stream. This left Alistair and myself to scramble up a steep side creek onto the ridge adjacent camp, luckily managing to keep our feet dry in the shallow river crossing. We slowly made out way to the top after cresting several false tops, where we sat back in the sun glassing and taking in the view.



Alistair spied a large mature bull way up top, he was standing under an overhanging rock with his blond mane blowing in the wind, Alistair pulled out the spotting scope and confirmed he was a shooter.

As we watched and waited for his next move several smaller bulls and a few nannies started moving down towards us. It amazed me how easy they got around on vertical rock faces.



The big blond bull was stubborn and even after several of his nannies worked their way down out of the bluffs he stayed put. As we worked our way around the ridge trying to get another angle on him we spied a lone bull, he was mostly hidden in some rocks with just his head in view.
He was at 600y and facing us. We could see he had a solid head with great curl, he looked very even and just awesome. We put the spotter on him and as soon as he turned sideways I said to Alistair this is my bull and we hatched a plan to get a shot.

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We slipped out of sight and began closing the distance. After picking our way through some dead ground and cresting a small rise we figured this was a close as we could get. We found a good flat rock and got set up, distance was 435y with no wind. the angle was just steep enough uphill to need to prop up the bipod with a couple of small bags.



We waited for a few minutes for a shot, after what felt like ages he finally stood up, looked around and had a scratch. He then walked to the right a little presenting a nice broadside shot, I needed no second invitation. I gently squeezed off, the 168VLD from Alistair's R93 7mm Rem Mag did the business, passing through his chest and smashing his offside shoulder to bits. He was hit hard, a short struggle saw him go about 6 feet before realising there was no hope and flopping over just out of sight.



We made it over to him just as light was fading, the route up wasn't pleasant but we made it just in time to score a couple of pictures as the sun was going down. We took the head then slid him further down the face where we could skin him out. The trek back to camp was all smiles despite the fact that it was slow going under headlamp with heavily laden packs.

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Overloading the expeed pack's 23kg weight limit with the skin and head plus gear, we slowly made our way back to camp. Under the weight and in the dark, the trip back took a couple of hours, it felt longer if I’m honest, but lucky for me it was mostly downhill. We arrived into camp to the smell of cooking. After setting down the pack, much to the relief of my shoulder (which I had surgery on only a few months ago), we finally got a chance to run the tape over him. He went 13" and I was surprised to say the least! Seeing that tape brought a flood of excitement and elation. It is difficult to put in to words the sense of achievement after all the planning and preparation for a trip like this. And it was only the end of day 1!

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My First Tahr and one that I will never forget, I'm now addicted to the Southern Alps and already planning a return trip.



Cheers
Shane

Awsome read bro cheers for going to the effort

well done mate, top effort, great crew as well

Hamish

A 13 incher on your first Tahr hunt has to be pretty special to say the least, might be hard to better him in the future but it will be fun trying, great write up and well done.

I reckon that Tahr may have ruined your trip. I mean after dropping him on the first day of a multi day hunt, how the hell are you going to make the rest of the hunt memorable???
Awesome result, you'd have to be well pleased with that.

Shit hot bro

Awesome mate.
Bet you wish you kept the headskin once you measured him.

excellent results. After last years health issues a hunt was cancelled not followed up with. I'm hoping a certain member on here will take me out.

I can assure you young fella that thirteen inches is one hell of a good head,and being your first,well.
Well done and you will now be hooked eh.