I just wanted to send in a picture of the mountain goat I took in British Columbia last year with my good friend and guide Allen Tew of Chilanko Forks Outfitters. Al had been watching this goat with a rifle hunter for a week and he was never in the right spot for a clean shot. After the rifle hunter had packed and left for home, Al asked me on my last day if I wanted to try a stalk.

Well to make a long story short, we got to within 200 yards of the billy, but either because I can't shoot a gun or the gun being dropped out of the boat before the hike, I missed 6 times and ran out of rounds. Fortunately I had brought along my bow, so I grabbed it and took off at a dead run, straight down the hill and straight back up, to get to were he had stopped.

With no strength left because of my mad dash it took every thing I had to pull my bow back at 40 yards. I killed him with my second shot. If I had more time I would tell you about taking the pictures, running out of day light, running back up the mountain for my back pack, almost breaking my neck, hiking off the mountain in the dark, passing out twice, plus many many other scary but exciting adventures on our way back to camp. Thank you Al for getting me off that mountain.
--Shane Yearian