The Goat Hunt That Almost Killed Me: Chasing Mountain Billies With a Bad Back and Feverish Cameraman
A five-hour horseback ride found us nearing timber’s edge. Through the claustrophobic conifers, granite peaks loomed in the wide open beyond. I’d hunted Dall sheep in various mountain ranges in Alaska ...
This story, “My Goat Was High,” appeared in the August 1970 issue of Outdoor Life. RON MARTIN WAS NOT the silent type of guide. He lowered his 6X binoculars and gave me a dry grin. “There are your ...
When filling out my 1988 goat application I reasoned that the later hunt, which opened on September 19, might be less appealing to most hunters. The only road into the area traditionally closes to ...
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