My brother told me that when he gets back to town, he'd basically be working straight through to Christmas and he wanted that goat. I told him he's not shooting that goat.
C-man asked me what I thought of the goat. I told him "you have a goat draw for dink mountain, the chances of getting a better goat than that is 1000% better" He went on and used Meateater against me saying "Papa Janis says 'don't pass on something you'd be happy with on the last day'" and other things about "I don't need my first goat to be huge". This wasn't going well for me. I was able to get my brother to stand down.
The fog lifted, the goat stood up, C-man baptized his new 270wsm. Nothing I could do now. The goat took a really good tumble.
C-man walked up to the goat and immediately regretted his decision. I think he went through all the emotions. The joy of getting his first mountain goat, but the sadness of it not being the goat he would have liked, the disappointment of it blowing it's headgear all to hell. The excitement of getting to try goat meat.
What was done was done. Showed C-man how to do the gutless method, cape out an animal. Guess it was a learning experience for all.
I'm not a fan of liver or kidney... but...