why not one more goat story to get us through COVID... from the past

[bang flop]

Up we went, mindful of foot placement so wedidn’t cause a mini shale slide and alert the goat. At this point the heart was pumping with excitement.

Buddy and I reached the last rock knoll that separated us from viewing the beast in very close proximity. I peeled off the pack, and belly crawled up the last bit… all off a sudden I see the black horns sticking up… “holy sh*t…he is right there!”. I dropped back out of view for a moment, grabbed my pack and laid it on the ground to use as a rest. Through the scope all I could see was the tips of the horns… and he was close… 15-20 yards close! Now we had to get the beast to rise… buddy tried a few quiet “bahs…”, but nothing. Finally on the 4^th and not so quiet “bah” the goats heads lifts, looks, and begins to rise…



Before the goat is fully standing, there is a loud bark on the mountain top. Both shoulders taken out and the beast is back in his bed with his back end kicking wildly as he wedged himself up against a rock face. He wasn’t going anywhere….