Come and goat it!
The sun was beginning to sink below the opposing ridgeline as we stalked to within comfortable shooting range of two goats. It was late autumn and Rob had invited me to join him on a reconnaissance of a property he had regular access to.
He had been eager to take his teenage son out looking for deer sign. Within minutes of reaching the property the young man had accounted for a good size fox, but an hour or two later we had yet to spot any trace of deer.
Rob was the first to observe two light shapes, sky-lining themselves, on a spur to our north. There was a moment of debate - were they sheep or goats? Once I had trained the binoculars on them it was plainly obvious, I was looking at a pair of goats.
We approached the duo by moving up a gully, which ran parallel to the spur they were grazing on. While
