The following day some clouds had moved in but it was otherwise still a very nice day with temperatures in the mid 40s and just a nice occasional breeze. I decided to get up on top of the mountain that I was on and then basically just run the ridges in hopes of finding some goats. After hiking about 3 miles further in I found a band of goats on an adjacent mountain that was probably another 3 miles away, give or take. So I decided to get closer and get a better look. As I was making my way to them, I would periodically come down off the ridgetop to take a peek over the side of the mountain and see if there was anything hanging out in the crevices. Once while I was doing this, I looked back and spotted a billy just under 1000 yards away. I sat down, pulled the spotting scope out and got a better look at him. After seeing that he looked like a decent goat and that he was in a very conducive area for putting on a stalk, I decided to go after him. It took me about an hour to get within the general area of where he was, find him, and set up for a shot. When I finally set up on him, and ranged him, he was 146 yards and directly across from me. I sat there for a while trying to determine whether or not I wanted to end my goat hunt on my first day of hunting. I had plenty of time to set up my spotting scope and Phoneskope to get some good video footage through my iPhone and thought it would be cool if I could video everything. After a bit more pondering on whether or not I was going to take him, I put some foam earplugs in my ears and waited for him to get into a good position. I had decided to take a neck shot in the hopes of severing his spine, to anchor him right where he was. Everything was perfect, he moved into position, and I pulled the trigger. The recoil from the rifle did not allow me to see where my bullet hit, so what I saw was him turn his head and look at the rocks behind him where the bullet had impacted. It was a complete miss and I laid there, dumbfounded as to what the hell had just happened. After a couple seconds he turned around and walked away, around the side of the rocks that he was on, and out of sight. Clearing my eyes in disbelief having just blown a slam dunk, I quickly went to the video footage to see what had happened. My shot was a solid foot over where I was aiming. The rifle I was using, I had purchased used and it had a 3-9X33 Leupold CDS scope already mounted on it upon purchase. It shot very well at the range and was all dialed in but I did not have an elevation turret cap for it, and never really gave it much thought. Apparently, when Taj (my pilot), was stuffing it into the scabbard on the struts of the plane, the elevation turret got spun around, and I was no longer at zero. I quickly turned the turret about 12 inches down, threw everything into my pack, and took off after the goat. I was eventually able to catch up to him and after a bit of chasing him around, ended up shooting him in almost the exact same place that he was the first time I took a crack at him. He took a step or two and went down in the scree, and that was that.
This is a still photo at the exact moment that I pulled the trigger and missed, taken from my video footage.
Then The goat looking back over his shoulder, at the rocks, where the bullet had hit.
Upon returning back to spike later on that evening I found these three brown bears (mama and two, approximately three-year-old, cubs) walking by my camp. The wind was in my favor, so they had no idea that I was there.
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