Mark and I took a quick trip to the mountains a couple weekends ago to look for some deer and Chamois. Mark has already shot a trophy Stag this year, we agreed that if we saw a stag it would be mine and a Chamois would be his.
We set up camp down in the bottom of this valley. the trees seen here were some of the only trees within sight. Snow has just started to fall on the peaks, and it will be building up over the next two months.
We found this solo buck charging across the valley, probably on a quest to find a heard of females as it is the mating season for Chamois. This is a large buck, the horns have a respectable “hook”.
Mark with his first Chamois buck
Mark shot the buck, but it was a team effort as I spotted it and quickly came up with game plan to bag the animal.
We were several miles away from our car, so we did a proper field butchering, hung up the Chamois, and bagged up every piece of meat to carry out along with the hide to tan into a nice rug. A successful weekend–not only did we get out into the mountains, but we had super weather (heavy rain and snow came in the next couple days), and we even got an animal. Happy men.
Just for the record, a “quick” hunting trip in New Zealand entails a whole weekend camping trip. Not what the wife would call a “quick trip” to the outdoor meat store.
Ah, but Molly. That last sentence says it all, “Happy Men”. I kind of miss tracking Mark’s deer at the end of the day, usually in dusk light, loading it into the tractor, bringing it home, stringing it up and then butchering it for the freezer. A true sense of accomplishment. (Did Jeremiah just give you “the look?”)
Yes, Happy Men is why I guess it’s worth it. Especially if the other choice is a grumpy man. And yes, I got “the look,” but deep down I think part of him also realizes that he’s lucky to get out hunting as much as he does….and the other half thinks he ought to get out every single weekend.