There seems to be a bit of interest in our goat hunt story. Therefore I decided to post it here. Oct 1st, while accompanying Tracey on his drawing goat hunt above Ptarmigan Lake, I shot a black bear. It rolled down a steep ravine a few hundred feet. At this point, I decided to retrieve the bear while Tracey hiked a couple hundred yards over to glass for goats. We split up about 12:30 pm. I then descended into the ravine and found my bear which was obviously dead, about 1:30 pm. While scaling down a rock face to get to the bear, my footing gave way and I slid to the bottom of the rock face then tumbled a few times, falling off at least 2 three foot ledges, and tumbled past the bear. Not thinking too clearly, I fired 5 shots to attempt to summon Tracey since I knew I had a broken ankle and broken wrist and would be unable to hike out. Tracey later told me that he heard the shots but thought I was signaling him that I would be going down with the bear to the Ptarmigan Lake trail, instead of meeting him on the ridge to go to camp which was located on the Falls Creek Trail. Prior to me firing 5 times, Tracey shot a goat and dropped in flat on its stomach. The ground gave way though, and the goat rolled downhill several hundred feet. It fell off of a steep face and into a "hole". Tracey descended to the goat and had to lower himself into this hole with rope, because there was no way to climb down. Tracey gutted the animal, rolled it onto it's back so the cavity could cool, covered the carcass with his emergency bivy bag so the birds wouldn't get to it, and climbed the rope back out. He then went back to the Falls Creek Trail and brought our camp out to the trailhead where he expected to find me. Since I was still lying in that ravine, Tracey notified the Trooper's and they would not launch a search due to the darkness. At this point, Tracey returned to where we had the camp on the Falls Creek Trail and hiked back up the mountain and searched for me all night in the dark.
The next morning (Mon, Oct 2), the search team gathered at the trailhead and Tracey led them to our Falls Creek Trail camp area and then up the ridge. At first light I did not see any sign of Search and Rescue so I prepared myself to hike out. About 9:00 am, I loaded my pack and began to hike back to the summit so I could then descend to the Falls Creek trail area where our camp was originally set up. Going was slow and tedious but my Lowa Sheep Hunter boots and Kahtoola crampons performed very well, and my Remington 700Ti rifle worked well as a crutch too. (I did have to have it re-crowned though) Then, about 11:30 am, the helicopter found me hiking up the ridge. They landed on the ridge and about 10 minutes later, the party that Tracey was leading up the back side of the ridge joined the Troopers at the helicopter. Tracey and a couple of rescuers descended to where I was and assisted me up the mountain and then sat me in the helicopter. At this point, the helicopter transported me to the ambulance while Tracey and the other rescue team members returned to the ATVs and departed for the trail head. On the way out, Tracey rolled his ATV, injured his knee, and snapped his rifle into. When they reached the trail head, Tracey followed the ambulance into town. Not having any sleep, Tracey got a hotel room in Seward and I got a room at the hospital. The next day (Tuesday) when I was released at noon, Tracey drove me back to Anchorage. Tracey returned on Thur morning to retrieve the goat, searched until dark, but was unable to locate the “hole”. On Saturday, he returned again and found the "hole" where the goat was but the carcass had already been eaten and destroyed. Tracey was charged with Negligent Waste.
Thoughts? Comments? Questions?