We had an incident tonight. I headed up from work to base where we got the vehicles ready. We had enough people so all 3 vehicles left base and we headed along the Heads of the Valleys road to Trefl Quarry. Once there we started our search for our casualty, reported to be trapped on a ledge. What could it be? A motorcycle rider fallen of his scrambler? A 4×4 driver stuck? A climber? A diver? A walker? None of the above. It was a sheep.

Or at least that’s what we were told. Though we searched the areas described by the original caller, we didn’t find any sheep. So after a few hours of searching, we went home. Another exciting day for Mountain Rescue.

3 Responses to “Saving your goat”

  1. Elaine says:

    I read this, and was visualising a sure-footed mountain goat standing on the top of a precipice, looking down and laughing a little ‘mountain goat maa-laugh’ as the silly humans rigged their ropes and scoured the mountainside.

    Anyway, I’m pretty sure that’s where the saying ‘As sure footed as a mountain goat’ came from.

    But then I remembered … Wales. Sheep. Not mountains. Not goats.

    (I spent a good 10 minutes stuck on Hwy 1 just east of Golden last week, whilst a herd – at least a dozen of ’em – of curly horned mountain goats alternately licked salt off the road and butted heads. Silly goats. Rutting season is so much fun.)

    (and, as I was typing this, my husband told me to grab my camera, which I did, and shot these pictures out the laundry room window http://user.dccnet.com/kcon/Bear2.jpg and http://user.dccnet.com/kcon/Bear3.jpg so thought I’d share.)