TBinKodiak
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My Dad came up for the week and we decided to try to get him a goat. I figured it would be a good training run for my sheep hunt next week. We flew down last Saturday and he shot this billy on Sunday, 8.75" with 5.5" bases and 3.5 years old.
Where we found him.
Monday was fogged in until mid afternoon, which gave us time to clean up the meat and then I packed it down to the lake. Spotted one on the way back to camp so I collected the Old Man and made a stalk on it. Got to within 250 yards but it was a year and a half old billy so I passed.
Tuesday I hiked up to a draw after messing up a stalk and had 6 goats walk below me at 15-20 yards. The last two were billies, but I couldn't do anything because it was a verticle drop of 500-600 feet and I wasn't sure I could get them out of there. Ended up killing a 9.25" nanny in the afternoon while stalking the two billies in a different spot. It was a quick decision and I had to shoot or let it go. I thought it was the smaller billy, but it wasn't and I wasn't too happy about the mistake. Of course she ended up going over the edge on me and we had to pack her up over the mt. To add insult she lost both of her horns and got pretty beat up. I was able to find one of the horns and the meat tastes great so it wasn't a total loss. Just mad that I shot a nanny and that she got all beat up. I had a group of 5 nannies and a kid at 200 yards earlier in the day in a perfect spot. Had I known I was going to shoot a nanny I would have laid one out there. Oh well...
No pictures of her since she was pretty rough and we had to butcher her on a steep shale slide. Here's one of my dad packing some of her out though.
It was a fun hunt with my Dad and I'm very happy we got him a nice billy. I made a mistake and learned a lesson, plus there's always next year. The real heartbreaker was watching a 9.25-9.5" billy walk by the lake 400 yards from our pickup, two hours before the plane got there.
On the plane Tuesday morning for my sheep hunt, I'm feeling a big ram in my future...
Where we found him.
Monday was fogged in until mid afternoon, which gave us time to clean up the meat and then I packed it down to the lake. Spotted one on the way back to camp so I collected the Old Man and made a stalk on it. Got to within 250 yards but it was a year and a half old billy so I passed.
Tuesday I hiked up to a draw after messing up a stalk and had 6 goats walk below me at 15-20 yards. The last two were billies, but I couldn't do anything because it was a verticle drop of 500-600 feet and I wasn't sure I could get them out of there. Ended up killing a 9.25" nanny in the afternoon while stalking the two billies in a different spot. It was a quick decision and I had to shoot or let it go. I thought it was the smaller billy, but it wasn't and I wasn't too happy about the mistake. Of course she ended up going over the edge on me and we had to pack her up over the mt. To add insult she lost both of her horns and got pretty beat up. I was able to find one of the horns and the meat tastes great so it wasn't a total loss. Just mad that I shot a nanny and that she got all beat up. I had a group of 5 nannies and a kid at 200 yards earlier in the day in a perfect spot. Had I known I was going to shoot a nanny I would have laid one out there. Oh well...
No pictures of her since she was pretty rough and we had to butcher her on a steep shale slide. Here's one of my dad packing some of her out though.
It was a fun hunt with my Dad and I'm very happy we got him a nice billy. I made a mistake and learned a lesson, plus there's always next year. The real heartbreaker was watching a 9.25-9.5" billy walk by the lake 400 yards from our pickup, two hours before the plane got there.
On the plane Tuesday morning for my sheep hunt, I'm feeling a big ram in my future...
