Last Friday I was able to get off work early along with a couple of friends and we decided to head up the mountain behind my house to see if we could spot any goats.
We left my truck at 1:00 PM and headed up the trail climbed to the base of the alpine taking about two hours. Upon getting there we did not see any goats but trekked up higher. After about a half hour of going up the ridge I spotted a lone goat in the distance so we dropped our packs. My one buddy stayed with the packs while my other buddy headed up the mountain to put a stalk on the goat. As we where heading up the clouds started moving in and it gave us some good cover to get close. When I got to an area I knew I could get a good shot the clouds got so thick we could not see fifty feet. After waiting nearly a half hour we decided to try and get closer so we climbed and side hilled towards the place we seen him. After about twenty minutes of slow climbing and side hilling we seen him standing there. He looked like a monster to me, the novice hunter and two shots later the goat was tumbling down the hill.
After climbing down to the goat I was so excited, my first goat! I have always been a fisherman first and hunter as a distant second and have never had great success. This was the most awesome thing in my life, the legendary mountain goat, and I got one! It was not a monster but a young billy with 8 1/4 inch horns but it is truly a trophy to me.
At 7:00 PM we had it skinned butchered and in our packs and we headed back down. I was back home in my driveway at 9:30 PM. What a great way to spend and afternoon.