Up and at it early the next day. Meandering up the valley like I've done so many times before made it seem like yesterday I was last here. There was a certain sense of nostalgia floating around that felt good.
The first two locations I spotted from yielded nothing but the cold jagged rock faces of the mtn. On the third stop, now looking back into what I had just glassed I see a goat head and 6" of a neck sticking out of an impenetrable crevasse. Up comes the spotter and instantly could see the mass on this goat. It was a billy, not a brute mind you but I put him as 5 years\perhaps 4 with 8.5-9" daggers. Within minutes a nanny materializes in the crack as well. I didn't need much convincing, a quick study of the terrain and a packed bag I was on my way just after 9am. I usually take a photo of the area for reference on the climb.
We will call him billy A