Just back from three weeks in the bush. I had decided before I went that I would kill for the camp only, so I ignored "trophys" an shot only as needed.
We were driving along the base of some big breakaways, admirering the scenery when I spoted something that didn't look right on the cliff face. I checked it out through my rifle scope, and there it was, a goat on a ledge about ten ft down from the top.
Now, unfortunatly for him we needed meat, and he was a young billy. The range was about 300yds, and he was spooky about our presence, so I took the shot as it stood.
Used the car as a rest, and he never knew what hit him. I do! it was a 6.5mm 140gn HP Sirrera going at about 2600fps.
Ken made a fine curry outa him
And I did a roast the next day
He was in that niche left top, about 50 ft up, tenderised himself on the way down.