The Biggest Reason Why I Could Not Commit To E4
Posted 11 September 2007 - 04:39 PM
With the pending building deadline, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to hunt this beautiful creature or not.
If there was any time to hunt (the season ran from Sept. 4th through the 20th), I had to spend it chasing a billy. It is such a coveted trophy here...I hope ya'll understand. This tag makes hooorrrible tag soup! It is certainly a tough one to swallow in the event it's not filled. I had to find a away to make it happen!
While in Florida, My pal Fatty offered to help out. I gladly accepted! A date was set. He and I were going goat hunting. Sadly, Big Marty, who I dearly want along on this hunt, injured himself. A decision was made. I was going solo.
I could not sleep the night before the hunt. I packed and repacked everything I could possibly need. I left the house at 4:00 am to begin my high ascent. These goats live right in front of Heaven's doorway.
As the sun eased its way into the eastern sky, my 12 power binoculars begin to work their magic. I spotted two different groups of goats. Their white fur stands out like a sore thumb. I think their camo was God's way of saying "there they are, go get them....sucker! Unfortunately, these goats were way too far away for me to make a move-at least on this day. I began devising plans for the next day's hunt. How was I going to access the goats? They were perched on a ridge two miles away (as the crow flys)...
I walked the 2.83 miles back to the truck. Within an hour I had my plan for the next day laid out. It was time to go back and put the goats to bed for the even.
Long story short...When I returned to the spot where I had glassed the goats earlier, I could not find them. ut oh....
The sky was hazy...maybe if I tried spying from a differnt angle.
I moved and glassed. I glassed and moved...no goats in sight. And then, right below me, where I wasn't even expecting a goat, I found a solo goat bedded down. Thank you GOD! The goat was alone, it had to be a billy. I pondered my approach...loose gravel and a very steep mountain...it wasn't going to be easy.
I slide on my backside for what seemed an eternity! At one point I rolled several rocks ahead of my descent. I thought for sure the stalk was over. I really think the goat was deaf and blind (yeah right).
Without going into the details, I screwed up my first shot (I had taken several falls earlier. Neither I nor my equipment was ready to go when the moment of truth was upon us). It became necessary to finish the goat with a high powered rifle. In the end, I was happy to have my second goat in the bag. She turned out to be a 9 year old nanny. And to think, goats rarely live past six years...
Here are some photos from the goat hunt:
http://hunting.sendphotos.com/storage/shared.aspx (click on 2007 mt. goat in Hunting's story photo album).
I think the photos will give you a good idea of where these beast live. It was a blessing to be up there with em!
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Confidence makes the hunter, PSE makes the bow.
Posted 11 September 2007 - 04:46 PM
Posted 11 September 2007 - 05:04 PM
It's not a passion, it's an obsession. ~Mossy Oak
Posted 11 September 2007 - 05:36 PM
Posted 11 September 2007 - 05:46 PM
Remember the Ark was built by amateurs, the titanic by professionals.
Posted 11 September 2007 - 08:05 PM
Live what you believe
Believe what you live
Posted 11 September 2007 - 08:50 PM
It was the best choice and you, once again rise to the occation. Your success is second only to sharing your comraderie. You did good bro.
Marty K aka Fatty, friend of Huck
Posted 11 September 2007 - 11:05 PM
Posted 12 September 2007 - 08:56 AM
Posted 12 September 2007 - 10:50 AM
Posted 12 September 2007 - 11:59 AM
Congrats on filling your tag with a VERY special trophy.
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