11/03/2026
"Megan, Chris, and I took off, pushing hard up through the last of the trees. He was moving fairly fast, and we had to beat him to that crossing point while staying out of his sightline. Hitting lines
of impenetrable stunted pine, we had to navigate around them, giving up precious altitude already gained. After the third time this happened, we were above it all and still behind the ridge separating us from the goat. Stalking slow and low, we kept scanning. As I was becoming concerned we had missed him, Chris did what he does so very well: he spotted the bedded goat, barely visible behind rocks at the base of a cliff. We dropped and crawled to the top of the ridge. We had a crosswind, and the sun was in the billy's eyes; all we had to do was wait for him to stand. I built a steady shooting platform with my backpack and waited, 320 yards away..." - Joseph Nobles
Read the full story on pg. 66 of this month's edition of the Huntin' Fool Magazine.