prairie goat;
I trust that this finds you well sir, thanks for the chuckle in your post - it brought back some vivid memories for me.
The chuckle you see was one borne of experience, some of that experience being of the "memorable" kind. While we occasionally run into goats down here, I've only hunted them once in seriousness and that was on the slopes of the Grand Canyon of the Stikine.
If one cares to google the Stikine country of northern BC - we'd have been less than 100 miles from the Alaska panhandle coast I'd think - one immediately senses just how beautiful and very rugged it is.
It was almost terminally so for my partner and I. Without going into all the details of this 1987 hunt, we came back with the opinion that any mountain goat hunt one returned alive from was a successful one.
Oh, we didn't shoot a billy on that hunt and in fact I've never done that to this day. We could have shot one though, likely a B&C one at that, but we could not for the life of us figure out how to retrieve him and not die. In retrospect it was lucky that we spotted this billy a few days into our hunt and we'd already done enough "learning" about our surroundings that we simply waved goodbye to him and went on our way.
Thanks again for the perspective sir and for the fond memories. All the best to you this weekend too.
Regards,
Dwayne
PS;
The billy was laying on a sand bar across something that looked like this.