I posted this story at Moosies, but a couple people here asked for a story. Easier to tell with pics so here goes.
Being a NR I had to go with an outfitter. Money well spent with Brian Peterson. Here is a shot of my plane headed to from Kodiak to his lodge (two trips, so I had to wait for it to return for my ride). Just the flight in was amazing.
Not a bad place for a place to stay.
Couple artsy pics from the lodge.
Alright, let's head up the hill and hunt. Here was camp while hunting. Sorry about the fogged lens on some of these shots, I didn't notice it for a couple days.
View from near camp and a little further up the mountain. Though we can see goats today, we decide to wait and hit it in the morning. Downside, I watch 13 goats walk over the hill later that evening.
Here is another shot of the area I hunted. About 2/3 of the bowl can be seen from this shot.
The next morning we headed out in the dark. We found a billy at the top of the hill and were working on a strategy to get on him when we found one lower. I wasn?t too sure about his size, but Brian thought he was a good one. At 350 yards I got a rest, but didn't feel good with the wind. We worked on getting closer, which was fairly easy as he was feeding up the mountain away from us. Stopped again at 160 and waited. Screw this, he is just showing off his ass. Brian stays put and I continue on. Finally the billy turns and sees Brian. I drop my pack and get ready. On cue, he turns broadside. Boom, goat down. Shoulders are gone, but he is still alive and needed to be finished.
View from the shot, a mere 98 yards.
Another shot.
Life is good. Brian was right about the size, he goes 9 3/8?. Heck with this hair I would have been happy with any billy.
Not bad weather and scenery for goat butchering.
Happy walk back to spike.
Nice place to have a delicious sandwich and take it all in.
We decide to spend one more night and head out in the morning. We get snow up high and rain most of the way down. Woopty do, I could care less. Here is a shot of Brian taking us back to the lodge. Somewhere above the fog and behind that highest peak, there are more goats. Hopefully I get a chance to see them again someday.
Back at the lodge I get a chance to relax and shoot a few ducks I don't see in MT.
Let's see how close I can get to the locals.
Apparently pretty close.
I know, maybe too many pics. I kinda liked reliving it through these pics and killing critters was only a minor component of the entire experience.
I hope everyone had as much fun this fall as I did. Now to get through the friggin? winter up here.
Being a NR I had to go with an outfitter. Money well spent with Brian Peterson. Here is a shot of my plane headed to from Kodiak to his lodge (two trips, so I had to wait for it to return for my ride). Just the flight in was amazing.
Not a bad place for a place to stay.
Couple artsy pics from the lodge.
Alright, let's head up the hill and hunt. Here was camp while hunting. Sorry about the fogged lens on some of these shots, I didn't notice it for a couple days.
View from near camp and a little further up the mountain. Though we can see goats today, we decide to wait and hit it in the morning. Downside, I watch 13 goats walk over the hill later that evening.
Here is another shot of the area I hunted. About 2/3 of the bowl can be seen from this shot.
The next morning we headed out in the dark. We found a billy at the top of the hill and were working on a strategy to get on him when we found one lower. I wasn?t too sure about his size, but Brian thought he was a good one. At 350 yards I got a rest, but didn't feel good with the wind. We worked on getting closer, which was fairly easy as he was feeding up the mountain away from us. Stopped again at 160 and waited. Screw this, he is just showing off his ass. Brian stays put and I continue on. Finally the billy turns and sees Brian. I drop my pack and get ready. On cue, he turns broadside. Boom, goat down. Shoulders are gone, but he is still alive and needed to be finished.
View from the shot, a mere 98 yards.
Another shot.
Life is good. Brian was right about the size, he goes 9 3/8?. Heck with this hair I would have been happy with any billy.
Not bad weather and scenery for goat butchering.
Happy walk back to spike.
Nice place to have a delicious sandwich and take it all in.
We decide to spend one more night and head out in the morning. We get snow up high and rain most of the way down. Woopty do, I could care less. Here is a shot of Brian taking us back to the lodge. Somewhere above the fog and behind that highest peak, there are more goats. Hopefully I get a chance to see them again someday.
Back at the lodge I get a chance to relax and shoot a few ducks I don't see in MT.
Let's see how close I can get to the locals.
Apparently pretty close.
I know, maybe too many pics. I kinda liked reliving it through these pics and killing critters was only a minor component of the entire experience.
I hope everyone had as much fun this fall as I did. Now to get through the friggin? winter up here.
