The 400m solo climb up the scrub covered ridge under the scorching mid-day sun became more of a scramble, persperation and sun-block leaching into my eyes. The white floppy hat stowed, doing level best to keep the heart beat down. Stay calm. The herd hadn't moved. The option to tack back and over the ridge was a punishing one, but would allow for a compelling position above the herd, sun behind the drenched back, wind pushing gently into the face. Peering over the kanuka, to the grass clearing below, a couple of dozen goats lazed in the sun, completely oblivious to their fate 20 metres above in the kanuka scrub. A big black billy stood staunch The bolt moved ever so slowly, loading the first round into the Sako 223. Bi-pod legs extended, heart thumping, time to carefully remove the sunblock mix in the eyes with the hat. The black billy's shoulder came into view on the scope, breath in, then slowly breath out, gently squeeze the trigger. The billy was first to go down. The rest, picked off over the following two hours, as they moved from patches of scrub on the next face. One shot, one kill It took hour to track them all down on the next face and haul them out where after a volley of instructions and various statements of Jaffa abuse were hurled from the truck 400m below suggesting that in no uncertain terms that only the legs were required. How to carry out 12 legs? The belt removed, a few deft cuts and wa-la.. - Snoop