So I just came back from the toughest hunt of my life. I’m not new to goat hunting but this trip pushed me to my limits. It started with a tough 6 hour climb to reach the tree line. With in 30 mins I spotted a goat perched far above me on a rock face. It took another 3.5 hrs to round the backside of a mountain peak to get into range. I know my limits of shooting and my 30-06 with 180gr pills is 450 yards absolute max. So as I close up to 470 I pull the spotter out for one last look. Everything is going as planned. I get up to 410 yards with no cover between us now. I crank the leupold right up to 16 power. The first shot is a clean miss and the goat trots about 10 yards then stops. I hold a little higher and aim for the neck. At the shot the goat let’s go and tumbles end over end down the mountain. It took another 1.5 hrs to reach the goat and another 1 hour to cape and bone it out. I had to spend the night in my rain gear on the shale slope. It took the next 2 days to get the goat and all my gear down the hill. Longest shot of my life and one I won’t soon forget. the punishment of carrying everything down on my back still has my legs hurting. The goat ended up being a nanny with rather billyish horns.... unfortunately. Honestly I was sure it was a billy, but this is hunting in the real world and that just how it can go. My second goat ever. Couldn’t be happier.




















































