After a good night's sleep in the primitive tent, the guides wake up the hunter. They would like to begin the ascent before daybreak. At first light, they are ready on the mountain with spotting scope, binoculars, and stiff glances. Jug is again the first to spot a tahr, while the hunter – like it is when you hunt new species in a new habitat – has a harder time spotting the animals.
Jug tries with his broken English to guide the hunter in the direction where he has seen the animal, but without success. By randomly gliding the spotting scope across the hillside, first on the other side of the valley, then closer, the hunter suddenly sees the tahr. The tahr is located at a completely different place than from what he had understood from Jug – it is much closer than he expected, and definitely within shooting range.
Silently the hunter climbs to the edge of a gently sloping rock, sets up the bipod, measures the distance and finally gets ready to take his shot.