Just back from a couple of nights away in absolute pristine weather with absolutely no need for crampons and in fact as the days got older it was becoming more a case for snow shoes!, I sometimes found myself falling into waist size holes but mostly going through the upper crust of snow inconsistently at varying depths . It all meant a long tiring slog once the sun warmed the slopes. I went in with the bare minimum of food so meat was always on the agenda and when I came upon a mob of at least 6 Chamois and what I estimated to be all does and yearlings I plumped for this youngster to fill the pot. No sign of a decent buck this time though.
I was a long time finding this one from where I first shot it
He was initially shot way up there.
It was easy coming down!
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