The first day, the weather cooperated and it was clear.
We went up and glassed a few different goats but couldn’t
get within bow range. The second day, the weather
changed as the wind picked up and a mix of snow, sleet
and rain came down for most of the day. Glassing from
the base of the mountain, we noticed a group of goats
on one mountain, and a lone goat on the other. We
decided to go after the lone goat, with the probability
that the lone goat was a billy. The long grueling 4 hour
climb made me second guess a mountain goat hunt at
wrapped around the face of the mountain and it had
small tucked in areas providing shelter from the wind.
Getting frustrated thinking we’d lost the goat, we decide
to check this one small ledge. Turning the corner on
this ledge, there is the goat 15 yards away bedded up
against the mountain. Time sped up and we were
frantic as I took the bow out of the pack and prepared
to shoot. The plan was to inch along the ledge against
the mountain with my cameraman over my shoulder,
draw my bow against the mountain and step out at full
my age. Once up there, we couldn’t find the goat. We draw to take the shot.
weren’t sure what happened, did the goat go to the other
I still can’t explain what happened next as I came to
side? We would have to go a little further to see if we
full draw and stepped out. I looked down and watched
could find him. There was a small ledge that
my arrow fall down off the string. I had to let down
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