Ever since the day when, as a kid, I saw the profile of a Rocky Mountain goat on a Great Northern box car, I’d wanted to hunt that monarch of the rocks. Now the time had come; but, like misty dream ...
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 ...
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