Re: goat hunt
I am not a very good story teller, too much time in the Army has forced me to talk briefly and not be descriptive. I am an Alaskan resident so Daryl my brother-in-law is allowed to use me as a “guide”. I have been quite fortunate during my tour in Alaska and send him pictures of all my hunting trips. We grew up together and have always hunted together but the Army has moved us apart so we get very few opportunities to hunt together. After a couple seasons of brief fishing trips up here in Alaska Daryl was finally able to get a four day weekend to go hunting with me. In Alaska it may take up to four days to get to your hunting area so I knew I had to find a quick yet successful hunt. I have taken several goats already so I know that most of the battle is getting to them once you spot them and I was prepared to walk him all night in order to get to goat country. I was flying from Fairbanks to Anchorage to Cordova and he was coming from Seattle. I bought both of our tickets using Airline miles and we linked up in Anchorage. From there we flew to Cordova. We got our over the counter goat permits and were on our way. Cordova is really small so you can walk anywhere and leave right from the town to go hunting. Sure enough we woke up on our first full day of hunting and I spotted a couple nice Billie’s right next to each other! We hike in about 4 miles, dropped off our camp and started hiking up. We ended up crawling a good part of the way because of how steep it was and the thickness of the alders. We were able to get straight across from the goats but there was a wide open area that would give us away if we we had to cross. Fortunately they were sleeping so we had all the time in the world. This left our shot at 350 yards. We talked about which goat he was going to shoot and our strategy. I found a good steady position and locked in on his goat. Daryl went up a little higher and started closing the distance with me in over watch. He was able to get about 100 yards closer but steep rock slide he was on started to kick up rocks and woke the goats up. Daryl quickly got a decent prone position and fired. I backed him up and the first goat goes down. Before the next goat knew what happened we quickly dispatched him. The hunt was over and it was nothing but hugs and high fives. I don’t think there is anything better in this life than the experience we were having together. We went to work on the goats and packing up for the trek back down the mountain. I caped his and did a rug with mine. Daryl never realized that these goats are slightly larger than the deer we usually hunt together. I estimated each of these goats over three hundred pounds. After you bone them out and add the cape our packs were still about 130lbs coming off the mountain. Fortunately for us that is exactly what makes us happy. We got our goats down to our camp just after dark. The next day we took two trips to get our camp and goats out of the woods. Daryl flew out the next day. Not much of a story but the trip was a blast. Daryl is hooked on hunting in Alaska and I am planning our Brown bear hunt for next year. He will just be getting back from another trip to Afghanistan and I will just be finishing up finals after my first semester of college. We will definitely need to relieve some stress. So as Daryl was flying out I was meeting a couple of other friends at the same airport……..next short story.