I haven't measured it @dannyb. Not massive by any means, about 30"? He's a "memory" trophy, in that the shot that took him out was one of my more memorable efforts with the 6.5 Creedmoor. Half an hour of waiting in properly shit weather, sussing the wind, showers, misty rain that for a while blotted him out altogether. I think it was 470m or so which isn't that far compared to a still day, but it wasn't still... Cold bore with a still gusty breeze from 4 o'clock ish, optics all wet and thistles up my nose. Waited for him to sidle across so he'd hopefully tumble down to the track below. He obliged. Had about 6 metres to walk uphill to fetch it!
But fuck me the goat has had the last laugh. What a BAD SMELL this head boiling makes. I never can handle it. Shit it permeates everything despite being outside. Jesus. Am considering washing my hands in bleach. Far out it STINKS. I'm going to have a boiling hot shower. I am deeply unpopular with the kids, who I made pick up all the bits of gristle and lips and hair off driveway.
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