A nice sunny afternoon on the outskirts of Dunedin.
Goat hunting to cull the goats that are mixing in with a sheep herd.
I'm lying down next to some baleage, with a decent white nanny lined up. Only 30m or so away.
Exhale, hold, squeeze.
..The goat didn't drop, and the mob it is in bolts.
The rest of the hunting party chases after the goats, bagging two before they stream into the bush.
My hunting mate goes to look for the goat I had lined up.
Nothing to be found, until he come back to me and looks down...
The 7mm08 bullet hit the number 8 fencing wire, with the heat of the impact coiling the wire up a bit.
The fence was about 2m away from the barrel, but I was given the clear to shoot by another guy in the party.
My "mate" tells me I need to have a photo with my kill.
Thanks...
I'm sure that I will find it funnier one day. Until then, the lesson has been learnt.
I need to give the farmer some beer I think...
Cheers,
Scott.
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