The first week of December of this past year found me on a hunt with Trophy Hunting Spain guided by Bruno Rosich. Beceite Ibex was the targeted species and rock climbing was the name of the game.
Six weeks prior, Bruno had emailed me with an opportunity to be the first non-Spanish resident to hunt in this area. He advised that there was a real chance to take a "monster." The drawbacks were the short notice and the fact that the early December date was set in stone. Luckily my schedule was open, and the hunt was booked.
All details were attended to professionally by Bruno and his wife. My videographer and son, Hunter, and I arrived in Barcelona where Bruno met us at the airport, helped us clear my weapon, and off we went to the "needles" of Spain.
The game rangers of the area accompanied us on this fair chase, free range hunt and were invaluable as it pertained to local knowledge. Bruno and the rangers worked us into a lathered sweat as we ascended and descended the rocky slopes of our hunt journey, some of which required the use of rope to access the desired position.
To make a long story short, the game was abundant, the trophy quality was superb. We passed on two gold medal Beceite at Bruno's urging, his theory being that we should wait for the truly world-class animal. Time proved that he was ever correct! Midday of day two, our ranger spotted a bull of an ibex some 225 yards below us. Bruno took one glance in the lens and instantly said "shoot!" When the smoke cleared, we knew my 7mm Sako had connected, and we waited for the rangers to descend and verify the ibex was down. Shouting and hand signals brought us the good news.
Upon viewing this fallen creature, there was no doubt as to its immensity. The tape did not disappoint. The numbers left us all silent. The unexcelled specimen was a new world record (both SCI and Spanish) Beceite Ibex eclipsing the 2007 killed entry by a whopping six inches of horn!
At our celebratory dinner with the rangers that evening, they advised that the Beceite was at least fourteen years old and had not been seen in over two years. They presumed that this wonderful creature had died of old age or natural causes. In closing, my thoughts come to this: presumptions be damned!