We left bright and early... well not really bright, and not particularly early... this morning to head into a hunting area near here. It requires us to apply for a special permit, which Greg was able to get for Friday (today) and Saturday.
Halfway to the hunting area the steady rain turned to hail, then sleet, and finally snow. Thankfully it had mostly stopped by the time we started walking. We explored a couple of valleys without seeing anything, and then climbed to a high ridge to look over into a third valley where we spotted a herd of wild goats. Unfortunately we were unable to get to them from where we were due to a 600m vertical cliff so we had to walk all the way down the valley and then back up the next one to get to them. But we did finally get to them and were able to sneak up and do a spot of pest control. Andrea took the first shot and dropped a smelly old billy without it blinking an eyelid. Greg then took over, which was just as well, because just after he'd got the second one, two others decided to charge us. Quite scary! Unfortunately for them, Greg still had 2 rounds in his magazine....
A final goat was rounded up after taking off up a nearby ridge and also neatly dispatched.
The highlight of the trip back to the car was coming across a late crop of alpine strawberries. They are tiny (the size of large peas) but have about as much flavour as a whole large one.
And of course, we have photographic proof of both the dusting of snow on the hills:
And Andrea's smelly old billy goat:
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