Over Easter I drove down to Tarankai to look after the sheep farm & campground for a few days while the Herberts attended a wedding in Wellington. On the way I came across a young goat which had very recently been hit and killed outright. Once gutted it fitted neatly into my spare chillybin, and neighbour Lindsay gave me a hand to skin it. I then hung the carcass in the woolshed for 24 hours before roasting the ribs - delicious!