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Last weekend I went hunting mountain goats with my fiance. It was her first time hunting in the alpine. We spent two nights up on the mountain.
Here is a pic on the hike up:
It got pretty chilly the first night. I slept with most of my cothes on and was chilly in my down North Face Blue Kazoo rated to -9 C. Christel slept in the Tagia One-Thousand-and-One Nights down bag rated to -18 C and was toasty:
Sunrise the first mourning:
Some flowers that have gone to seed, and look like something from Dr Seuss:
Some rugged country up there:
Glassing with the spotting scope:
A nice billy, safely perched on the edge of a cliff:
Me putting the stock on a goat:
Grip and grin time:
Taking a break hiking back to camp with the meat, cape, & horns:
Home sweet home:
Here is a pic on the hike up:

It got pretty chilly the first night. I slept with most of my cothes on and was chilly in my down North Face Blue Kazoo rated to -9 C. Christel slept in the Tagia One-Thousand-and-One Nights down bag rated to -18 C and was toasty:

Sunrise the first mourning:

Some flowers that have gone to seed, and look like something from Dr Seuss:

Some rugged country up there:

Glassing with the spotting scope:

A nice billy, safely perched on the edge of a cliff:

Me putting the stock on a goat:

Grip and grin time:

Taking a break hiking back to camp with the meat, cape, & horns:

Home sweet home:

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