macka
07-11-05, 09:16 PM
I had to do a personal recount for english so i wrote about one of my hunting adventures that was pretty specual to me. here it is enjoy and let me know what you think.
With the buzzer of my alarm clock ringing in my ears I awoke. It was 5:30
am and I was about to drive the 150km out east to a property that was one
of my favourite goat hunting places. It was just my brother and I and I
was armed with my weapon of choice, my compound bow.
We got there at about 7:30 and with my broad-heads as sharp as razors we
started walking. It wasnÃ*t long before we came across a mob of feral
goats. We had a quick look through the binoculars but couldnÃ*t see the
Billy I was after.
On a previous trip I had spied a big twisty horned old goat with a body
size that would leave every other Billy for dead! We named him Old Twisty
and I was going to keep coming back until I got him. I had a feeling today
was the day.
By about 11OÃ*clock we had looked over about 200 goats but still hadnÃ*t
been able to find him. I noticed some colour moving through the black oaks
in the gully and we decided to leave the hills and check it out. As we got
closer we could see that they were billies, which had me a bit hopeful. As
I got within 80m I saw the familiar horns of Old Twisty and knew I was
onto the right mob. But then, as MurphyÃ*s Law would have it, an unseen
nanny busted me and the mob took off.
I had finally found him again and wasnÃ*t keen too lose him so I did my
best to stay out of sight and follow him. He joined a heap of other goats
further on and ended up being in a mob of about 100 goats. Well I canÃ*t
really say for sure how many hills I followed them over but my legs were
telling me that it was too far.
About 2 in the afternoon they finally settled down and started to graze
again. I couldnÃ*t see Old Twisty but I knew he was just over the ridge.
With an arrow knocked on the string, I stalked in. The closer I got, the
higher my adrenaline levels got. As I peeked over the rocks I spied him
standing 50m away. The trouble was he had seen me too. As I took up the
tension of the bow in my hand and managed to pull the 70-pounds back, I
then placed the 50m pin on his shoulder and touched off the release aide.
The arrow sped to the animal and completely passed through, bounced off
the rocks on the other side and finally came to a stop.
I watched as the mob went out of sight, then came back into view and he
was not with them. I slowly moved forward over the rise to see a horn
spiralling into the air, he was down. He had only made it about 5m then
tumbled down the hill in mid stride. I was wrapped I had just beaten my
personal best goat taken with a bow. And I had won! I had out-smarted and
out-skilled Old TwistyÃ*s survival skills, which he had lived for so long
depending on.
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Mackadebowhunter/bigbilly4.jpg
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Mackadebowhunter/PA220102.jpg
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Mackadebowhunter/PA220097.jpg
Its hard to find a goat trophy class over here and anything over 100dp is a good goat! and i worked hard for this fella and passed up lots of other good billies for him. the first pic is fo him 2 days before i shot him, when i first saw him.
Macka
With the buzzer of my alarm clock ringing in my ears I awoke. It was 5:30
am and I was about to drive the 150km out east to a property that was one
of my favourite goat hunting places. It was just my brother and I and I
was armed with my weapon of choice, my compound bow.
We got there at about 7:30 and with my broad-heads as sharp as razors we
started walking. It wasnÃ*t long before we came across a mob of feral
goats. We had a quick look through the binoculars but couldnÃ*t see the
Billy I was after.
On a previous trip I had spied a big twisty horned old goat with a body
size that would leave every other Billy for dead! We named him Old Twisty
and I was going to keep coming back until I got him. I had a feeling today
was the day.
By about 11OÃ*clock we had looked over about 200 goats but still hadnÃ*t
been able to find him. I noticed some colour moving through the black oaks
in the gully and we decided to leave the hills and check it out. As we got
closer we could see that they were billies, which had me a bit hopeful. As
I got within 80m I saw the familiar horns of Old Twisty and knew I was
onto the right mob. But then, as MurphyÃ*s Law would have it, an unseen
nanny busted me and the mob took off.
I had finally found him again and wasnÃ*t keen too lose him so I did my
best to stay out of sight and follow him. He joined a heap of other goats
further on and ended up being in a mob of about 100 goats. Well I canÃ*t
really say for sure how many hills I followed them over but my legs were
telling me that it was too far.
About 2 in the afternoon they finally settled down and started to graze
again. I couldnÃ*t see Old Twisty but I knew he was just over the ridge.
With an arrow knocked on the string, I stalked in. The closer I got, the
higher my adrenaline levels got. As I peeked over the rocks I spied him
standing 50m away. The trouble was he had seen me too. As I took up the
tension of the bow in my hand and managed to pull the 70-pounds back, I
then placed the 50m pin on his shoulder and touched off the release aide.
The arrow sped to the animal and completely passed through, bounced off
the rocks on the other side and finally came to a stop.
I watched as the mob went out of sight, then came back into view and he
was not with them. I slowly moved forward over the rise to see a horn
spiralling into the air, he was down. He had only made it about 5m then
tumbled down the hill in mid stride. I was wrapped I had just beaten my
personal best goat taken with a bow. And I had won! I had out-smarted and
out-skilled Old TwistyÃ*s survival skills, which he had lived for so long
depending on.
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Mackadebowhunter/bigbilly4.jpg
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Mackadebowhunter/PA220102.jpg
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b255/Mackadebowhunter/PA220097.jpg
Its hard to find a goat trophy class over here and anything over 100dp is a good goat! and i worked hard for this fella and passed up lots of other good billies for him. the first pic is fo him 2 days before i shot him, when i first saw him.
Macka