We arrived at the property just before lunch and quickly unpacked and head to the river to escape the hottest part of the day. The only fish that came to shore were Carp but they are fun to fight.
The afternoon came along and Emery and grandson took me to a part of the property they had not been to for a bit of an explore. We reached the top of a hill and spotted some goats feeding halfway down the other side. I was sent into bat first as I was shooting a bow but the country was very open so I didn't hold much hope of a successful stalk. I was also armed with the Osage selfbow so knew I had to get into 10 meters for a guaranteed kill so I humored them and began closing the gap. I was also told by Emery that I wasn't allowed to leave the property until my esky was full of meat
. I had chosen my target, the larger of two yearling goats and slowly moved directly toward it with no cover other than the steep rocky hill behind me and my camo gear. It took about 10 minutes to get in to 15 meters from about 100 meters off, stopping whenever the goats were facing my way. I managed to close the gap further to 10 meters and raised my bow already sporting one of my fancy self nocked Oregon shafts and sent an arrow on it's way.
. Emery and Anthony were impressed by the stalk and the fact that no other game had moved from the area so I think the seed has been planted for a couple of future bow hunters 
I will have a guess at Emery's age and say very late seventies to early eighties.
