and re-nock an arrow and come to full draw again, but
the goat had seen enough and had started running away
from us. The last I remember seeing was him running
around the mountain out of view.
I have relived that moment a thousand times in my
head. We went back, watched the footage, and I can
hear the click of my arrow as it goes on the string. The
only explanation I have is that while drawing the bow
I somehow brushed against the rocks losing it off the
string. It is one thing feeling the disappointment of
not harvesting the animal you set out to harvest, but
it is another thing to see the face of your outfitter and
cameraman who have just been through the same
the fact that this was the most physically grueling hunt
that I’ve ever been on, but when the alarm went off in
the morning I arose with a new determination. I have
to give credit to my guide Clay Roberts for this, he was
undaunted and had all of the fire and passion he had on
Day 1 that we would go get the job done.
We went up to the same area as the day before, saw
three goats, determined they were billys so we headed
toward them. We got to within 500 yards of these goats
and realized that there was just no way to get within
bow range. As time was running out on this hunt, we
are down to our last day, I decided that I would take a
goat with a rifle. Clay had .375 caliber rifle with him to
grueling experience you did, and feeling like you’ve let
them down. I can’t remember ever feeling so low before.
keep us protected from bear, so shooting long distances
out of the question, need to get closer. We get into white
suits and crawled within 160 yards of the goats. I picked
From zero to hero. Laying in my sleeping bag that night
out a good rest, allowing me range to 2 of the 3 goats and
was the first time I can ever remember just not wanting
fired. He went about 15 feet and went down, and then
to hunt the next day. Maybe it was the days’ events or
started to get up. I was instructed to take another shot
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