This was most fortunate as I think the chance of success going after the other goat was fair at best. Now with the elevation advantage and the wind still going down I damn near had my cross hairs on him. From where I was it looked like I could pop out on an outcropping just above him and probably 50 yards or so. The stalk was on!
I tried to hold my elevation as I had landmarked the route the best I could and somewhat knew where I wanted to be. It is tough though with all the vertical little chutes and imperfections of any mountain; stuff you can never see from the bottom. I found myself constantly zig zaging up and down to stay on the small patches of vegetation or solid rock. It was steep enough that if I stepped on any loose scree that it would tumble and make a bunch of noise.
It wasn't long and I saw what looked like the final outcropping I wanted to reach. The only problem was I was rushing as the wind was now going almost completely cross slope with a gentle angle downhill, EXACTLY towards to goat. I knew if that goat was still there that things would happen fast. I dropped my pack and got the rifle in the ready for the final stretch.