MUSINGS OF A Tahr Hunt
I was embarking on an adventure with no idea of what I was in for. I had little to no plan and let my passion for backpack hunting dictate my direction. Little did I know how profound the impact of this would be.
After a couple of months of finding my way around, everything began to come together for me. I solidified a plan to hunt tahr on the East Coast in a new area, and the ‘stoke’ was setting in. The next day around mid-afternoon, I loaded up my pack and departed into the mountains. I had a long climb before me but put my head down and started walking. I reached the hut just as the sun vanished from the horizon line.
With enough light left to glass, I climbed up on top of a knob that gave me a partial view of the valley I would be hiking into the next morning. The light began to fade after some time behind my binoculars and I decided it’d be best to get down to the hut and make dinner. After I finished eating, I walked outside and was greeted with one of the more spectacular night skies that I have ever had the good fortune of seeing. I have had a fascination with the stars for as long as I can remember and it can be hard for me to look away at times. I didn't get much sleep that night, as
