Wednesday dawned bright and clear.

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Jackpot. We found the two goats I wanted most. Horse and Old and Broken. Hanging out together on pinnacle.

These two are the kings of this mountain. Big heavy bodies.

Here is O&B.
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I put my best sneak on them. It worked for about 4 minutes. They busted me.

Plan B.

We'd been tracking two billies that bed in cliffs (white spots on the left of the pic) and feed out into the green to the right of the pic every evening.

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The wind was right, so we made a move. The stalk was going extremely well. I was going to kill the bigger of the two. Sure enough.

They came out of the cliffs on schedule. I was readjusting across a small boulder slide. The boulder slide cut loose and I scampered out with only a small injury to my thumb. My bow did not fare so well.

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3 of the 5 arrows broken. Quiver bent like a pretzel.

What a downer.

Everything else on the bow survived with only scrapes.

The goats ran away.