My friend Craig and I, CtP by his board name, went out on a goat hunt last weekend. He'd been trying a few times in various location and in some really rough conditions with no success to date. So I felt honored to assist and help Craig in his quest for a Billy goat. Keeping in mind his wife is due with his first baby, I found a good location with cell phone service. I also agreed to have him home very quickly. So with no pressure, the hunt was on. We loaded light, single rifle, no rain gear, minimal food, and started rocketing up some mountains. The first night found us glassing deer. I told Craig that if he started shooting deer the goat hunt was off and we'd be on a deer hunt, end of story. We'll any shooter bucks stayed hidden for the night and we fell asleep. At 3:30 am I woke up Craig and threw him an extra strength 5 hr energy and we got climbing up the hill in the dark. We quickly found eyes glowing at us, deer. On we went after a little mouth vocalization and discussion on deer calling. We made good time up the ridge, still kinda deer hunting. We passed on one small buck because we had found the goats and knew there were at least 4 billies in the large group we had located. We traversed a long ridgeline and descended to where we saw the goats disappear to. We saw a single nanny and watched her wander into a cliffy vegetated area. Upon further inspection it was filled with goats and we enjoyed three hours of sunbathing and National Geographic style goat watching. They are cool critters and just watching em scurry in their element is fun. This is where Craig showed his metal. He had a few shot opportunities on a young Billie but passed because the recovery would have been death defying and the distance questionably far. So we decided to go uphill and inspect a known bedding area on a small snow field. On the top, I looked down and saw two goats emerge on a flat grassy spot. I pulled out the Swaro again and quickly identified a young Billy. We shifted gears, scrambled down the rocks and slope and worked at locating these goats at a much closer range. I stayed high and Craig, the shooter, stayed low. I worked at spotting and he did the stalking. Well the distance to the known sighting quickly diminished and we had one of those "they are right here, right now moments"! I worked the right of the hill and he the left. I was perched on a rocky ledge and the brush ahead of me started going crazy. The goats were right there! Craig wasn't! I slide off and located him, scuttled him to a likely shooting posistion and all of a sudden goats were everywhere. I had my binos up, Nanny, Nanny, kid, kid, Nanny, Billy! Craig was very patient in this situation and I could tell he was military trained. I identified our target at a close 75 yrd range, confirmed with shooter, and Craig put the most perfect shot on that Billy at just the right moment. It was DRT in a nice flat spot without a single roll. I was so happy for Craig. It's his first big game animal and he handled it like a pro. We scaled a few cliffs for the recovery. A goat hunt just isn't complete with out a wild recovery. The goat was field prepared to fine standards and fully recovered. My daughter enjoyed the ribs last night. I'm just gonna post some photos as they tell the rest. We hauled it out the rest of that day and the next morning. Hard labor for a majestic mountain animal.
For those interested I'm including a well dissected photographic example of the "perfect" Mt. Goat kill shot. That should earn me a few green dots. Grin
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