Okies, so went goat chasing with @GUN-DMC. I guess part of that story is up there…
Got to the sight, dropped everything off and went for a quick looksie see. Found some…
I must admit, I’ve lost one and wasn’t too happy about that. Black goat, fading light and heaps of shrub, it didn’t look good in the evening. We did try to find it in the morning, but more on that later.
…here’s the second one I took a shot at, he was just checking things out, seeing where the shots are coming from…
…blah, blah, blah, set up camp and here’s the last great white hunter surveying his domain.
Talked some shit, went to bed, woke up, -3C and the gas stove froze, so we cheated a little and warmed up in the car.
In the morning, went looking for the goat I’ve lost. Couldn’t find that specific one, so to make me feel better @GUN-DMC took it upon himself to replace the lost one with two new ones. Which he did.
We found this little guy who was hissing at me and showing off his blue tongue. The moment I pointed the camera at him, he’d shut his damn mouth and just look at me. This went on for a while! At the end, he was just messing with my head, so I decided not be friend with him and we went on our way.
Later, found more goats…
Why is there Mr Tickle mug there? Why not!
The one on the very right was the first one to fall, about 100m. Walked over to it, in a little deep, only to hear @GUN-DMC yell-whispering that there were more below me. He was on a hill behind me.
Stuck my head up and there they are, 20m. Berry, the one on the very left went down next. There were about 5-10 of them. They just stood there looking at him, thinking, why did you fall over Berry, never mind the couple of gun shots that just rang out. Decided to take a little one to roast (not in photos)… That’s where it got a little fun.
Lined him up, mum and another kid lined up too, so I waited to have a clear shot, kid moved, mum, moved, the other moved, took a few seconds to isolate one of them (seemed like it was a lot longer than few seconds) and boom. Now, being that I am a refined mother fucker with classic training, LOL, aimed at shoulder broadside, without even thinking (should have done a head shot).
Now, for those who think 223 is not enough gun for a goat, yeah, it’s enough gun. Was using Sierra TMK 77gr. Absolutely explosive. All but one, dropped where they stood with a shoulder shot. Entry hole on the kid was tiny, exit hole was about a hand. I thought, I can salvage that, but once we hung it and started butchering, I was just picking out bits of copper and lead out of it. Decided to salvage the bottom half, top half was just too impregnated with shrapnel to eat.
Another highlight, saw Emus in the wild. Never seen them trotting around before (other than in captivity), that was pretty cool.