The only person I had to bounce those questions off of was myself. The thought of turning back was prevalent… I kept thinking that I would have to come back down all “this stuff” with a real heavy pack. I knew there would only be one trip in and one trip out. With that in mind, I kept thinking of failure. Failure could result in an unsuccessful hunt….failure to make the right route up and down could have a fatal result.
Once I spotted this goat, all questions and thoughts of turning back ended abruptly. I knew how to close the distance, I knew what had to be done. Making it above tree-line in goat country is half the battle, it’s surprising what you can scramble across and make it up with no alders in the way. I planned the stock and executed that GP. I decided to put on my “Winchester Whites” and close the distance. The bleach white trade-show dress shirt was a little too white, I stood out on the side of the mountain like a road flare at night. Curiosity of the billy got the best of him and I was able to take a shot.
He was in the perfect place for recovery, a flat bench at the bottom of a large gulch. I’ve heard from many goat hunters that shooting a goat isn’t the tough part, it’s waiting for the goat to be in a recoverable location that won’t damage the animal from the fall. Well this billy was in the perfect place and I’m thankful for his life. What a truly magnificent animal…..the “Mountain Goat.”