Hello everyone! Yes this is another story about my hunting trips in Alaska. Are you seeing a theme? This one was a mountain goat hunt in the mountains behind Anchorage. A friend and I took a plane ride about thirty minutes east of Anchorage to a place called Lake George. The first picture is of the landing strip and me standing there waiting for Dan to arrive. It was some beautiful country but the hardest hunt I have ever been on!
Dan and I getting ready to hike to camp. The scenery is breath taking!
This goat is not one that I killed. I did shoot a goat, but it rolled off the side of a cliff which is right behind me in this picture. I was so disappointed that I went through all that effort to come away with nothing. I guess thats why it is called hunting and not killing. I'm still a little bitter about it!