Now this Tahr may not be the biggest but it sure has a story
behind it. After a five hour climb up what seemed like an almost
vertical mountain in New Zealand, I was glassing my Tahr at a
ranged 550 yards. With no chance of getting closer I decided to
try my luck. The first two shots missed, but as luck would have
it the Tahr ran towards me. He stopped on top of a big bluff, I
shot again, down he went straight into an ice Shute. Feeling
pretty pleased I ranged the shot again, he was 504 yards. Then
the guide said, "There is no way known we can get that" elation
turned to frustration. That Tahr lay up on the mountain for a
full week and every day I would stew over what had transpired.
On the way out I convinced the chopper pilot to go via the Tahr
for a look. "Too dangerous with a full load" he said and away we
went back to the chopper base. I then weighed up my options and
hired the guy to fly the guide and I back in. We jumped from the
copper onto a 45 degree slope into the snow and Ice. We
carefully made o