THE NEXT GENERATION- georgia's first chamois

It was just another typical cold overcast day. The fog was low and wouldn’t clear until it warmed up. We were in search of some good sized hogs. But all that was to change soon into the hunt.
The 'A team' for the day was Milly (my sister) and Dad but we were going to meet Errol up the valley. We met earlier at the pig trap. He brought along his three dogs Gus, Rain and Tui. We had Fleck. Then we began to sidle round towards the head of the valley, and about ten minutes of walking the dogs bolted with fresh rooting around us. There was no doubt there was something around. Suddenly about four pigs scattered in front of us. We got two of them, both around 50 lb.
We continued to sidle up stream as we were looking down over the bluffs into Stanley quarter acre. I turned and looked up to the hill behind us I spotted a black figure. I thought it was a calf but I studied it and made out a Chamois. Then I whispered “Chamois! Chamois!”. It was a buck . We came to the decision that it would be perfect for my first chamois, so we grabbed Errol’s 22-250 and lined it up by leaning on a Matagouri tree. I aimed to the shoulder of the chamois. BOOM! The chamois dropped, and as I got congratulated my heart raced. We waited for a while. We then decided that dad and I would go up to retrieve it. We had a bit of trouble finding it. Once we found it, we carried it back to the truck. I had my first Chamois!
​Written by Georgia Henderson