Ten inch billy I killed in '05. Was stalking another when we saw him, but he's already seen us. Left my guide friend there and ducked back out of sight. I climbed so hard, I about puked twice. When I popped up to see he wasn't where he had been. He was bedded at about 30 yards. I shot as he stood and he rolled like a sack of potatoes for 1000 yards to where the picture was taken. Wish I could hunt the alpine every year. It would help keep me in shape.
