11/29/2021
I was fortunate enough to complete a childhood dream of mine this fall, hunting mountain goats in B.C. To say the hunt went perfect would be an understatement. I was able to break the long drive up by overnighting and catching up with a good friends Gene and Bea Gilmore. Steve Von Hagen even dropped in for a quick visit while I was there. After finally getting to Fernie, BC, I met with my guide Jasen and got settled into camp. That evening we went for a drive to see if we could find some goats. At the first glassing point we spotted 3 billys bedded on a knife ridge about 2 miles away. From there we could also see a herd of 21 nannies and kids. We watched them until dark. The next morning we had a quick breakfast and saddled up the horses. We took off from camp in the dark and rode the horses about an hour and a half up the back side of the ridge, hoping the billies would still be where we last seen them. From there we had to climb, it was very steep to say the least. It took me about an hour and a half to reach the peak. It was as steep of county as I’ve ever hunted in, I quickly found out how out of shape I am! Good news, the goats were still where we last seen them, all we had to do is sneak into range. We side hilled behind a finger ridge and crawled up to the top. It was a perfect set up, they were bedded 290 yards away and the sun was at our backs. I settled into my bipod and had a rock solid rest. Now we just had to wait for the old billy to stand. After a few minutes the old billy stood up, shook a cloud of dust off, and turned broadside. My first shot hit him hard, he dropped. I quickly gave him a follow up shot to anchor him on top of the knife ridge. I couldn’t believe how quick the hunt was over, but I’ll take it when I can get it!! Then the real work begins, after skinning and quartering the billy we had him in our packs and started the grueling hike out. I lost 30 lbs in preparation for the hunt but quickly found out how soft I still was and how tough the guides Jasen and Travis are! Side hilling and climbing back over the peak with 75lb packs separated the men from the boys, I’m quite certain I fell into the later category! Watching rocks roll and bounce a couple thousand feet down the mountain with every step was a little unnerving, especially with a heavy pack shifting and over centering on your back. But after many quick breaks and a few encouraging words from Travis we made it back over the ridge and down to the horses. From there we lead the horses back out down the mountain. Thankfully they carried the packs! The hunt was over as quick as it started and I was on my way home with very sore muscles (all of them hurt) and a few blisters. On the way home I was once again greeted with great Canadian hospitality from friends Derek and Vanessa Stainbrook. I am greatful for how well the hunt went, perfect weather, being about to catch up with old friends along the way, and of course my wife for holding down the fort at home while I was off chasing my dream.