Day 8
Moved camp a little further upstream. The wind was picking up a lot. Spotted 3 nice bulls in the evening but no way to get there before.
Day 9
Crazily windy in the night. I could hardly sleep as I feared the tent might be teared apart. Rain and storm for most of the day. Had to stay in the tent until the late afternoon. Spotted quite a lot of tahr, including a pretty big bull. Decided to hunt for this one the next day.
Day 10
Hiked upstream in the dark. Just at daylight I heard a tahr's warning call. I looked up and there he was, only a bit more than 200m above me. A big bull for sure. On some rocks I set up for the shot…
...while the tahr was watching me. He didn't go far after the shot. When I got up there he was even bigger than expected. Well over 13 inches and 9.5 years. Absolutely stoked.
Day 11
Decided to hike up to the valley head. The main goal was to see and explore the country but I wouldn't say no to a nice tahr.
Actually I saw a lot of tahr. Passed on some young bulls and made 2 unsuccessful stalks at mature ones.
In the evening I spotted another mob of bulls and got within 270m, climbing through extremely steep terrain that gave some awesome view towards camp.
It was pretty windy but I felt confident about the shot. I picked the biggest bull and let the bullet fly. Even though he dropped at the spot it took me 2 hours to find him as he had slid out of view and dropped into a hole after 20m. He was younger than expected (only 4.5 years). But this day had been the most memorable experience of this trip so far so I didn't mind.
Some Keas arrived while I was looking for the tahr.
When I got back to camp I was absolutely bugged. Had been awake for 22 hours on that day, hiking and hunting most of the time.
Day 12
Spent the day around camp. Spotted only few tahr up high. But they were nice bulls.
Day 13
In the morning not a single tahr was to be seen. Then I headed to a hut in the main valley. Rain and storm were going to hit again so I preferred a hut over a tent. Close to the hut I actually met the first people since I had left civilisation.
Day 14
Rain and storm. In the afternoon the weather improved a bit.
I went for a walk and spotted a mob of 10 tahr. Even though I managed to cut the distance to 290m I decided not to shoot. Meanwhile it was raining so heavily that I could hardly see the tahr in the riflescope. Combined with the wind I didn't feel comfortable with the shot.
Day 15
Better weather. Hiked out towards the border of public land and set up camp at my very first campspot. River levels had already dropped a lot so I felt confident to get back to the car the next day.
Day 16
No more rain in the night. But crazily high rivers as it had rained at the main divide. The lower parts of the valley were actually flooded.
But I made it to the car. Met some local hunters on private land. They said that river levels like this were hardly ever seen at this time of the year.
To be continued...
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