Survived my Mountain Goat Hunt!
We got back early Tuesday morning from my Mountain Goat hunt. Wow, what an experience! I am fortunate to come home with a goat. The terrain where those goats hang out in is beyond imagination. I was hunting with my two brothers and nephew on a non-guided, public land, wilderness adventure. I finally put a goat down on day five of the hunt. The challenge had just begun, however, and packing the goat out through miles and miles of rock, in the dark, during a blizzard, and running out of water put me through a test of survival I have never experienced before. I have a new respect and appreciation for Mountain Goats and the hunters who pursue them.
You will be hearing more about my experience in a future issue of Hunting Illustrated. Here are a few photos from the the hunt. The country was spectacular. We got as high as 12,200 feet and I took my goat around 11,000 feet.
Last winter left a ton of trees on the ground making it very difficult to
get to the elevation we needed
This shot was taken about 12,000 feet. The rocks were a killer, and the snow
made them very slippery.
Resting for the last time before we dropped down into the canyon
the goats were in. The high rocky peak in the uppper right hand
corner of this photo is where we first spotted the goats from.
This photo was taken just before we starting heading back to camp
with the goat. Little did we know the challenge that awaited us.
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