Big Game Hunting New Zealand Jul/Aug 2015 | Page 54

Logan and his trophy of a
lifetime

Dan came up and helped me cape the bull out
and we made our way back to camp which was
only half an hour away. As we boiled up a brew
I couldn’t help but constantly looking over my
awesome bull tahr, a trophy of a life time for me.
That afternoon we went back out and realised
that there were a lot more animals in the scrub
than we had thought, but unfortunately they
were either too small or in poor positions to
recover.
Back at camp that evening we had a few
beers and talked about how much of an
awesome trip we were having, and how we
had both managed to come away with wall
mounts. The next day we were due to fly out
at 9am but unfortunately the weather didn't
play ball. We had the whole camp packed up
and ready to go and sat around most of the
day. Once 4:30 rolled around we decided the
chopper wasn't going to make it in today so we
reinstalled the sodden tent and settled down for
another damp cold night.

clouds hanging low in the valley’s and very poor
visibility.

with the snow. We had a quick look at him and
realised he was a taker.

A couple of nights later the temperature
really dropped and things went quiet. During
the early hours of morning I was woken by a
strange slipping sound. It took me a while to
work out what it was but I finally realised it was
snow sliding