We were off once again, glassing and walking ridge to ridge. About an hour later we heard some goats in the last pocket. We stuck to the plan and she took the lead.
I slowly followed behind her. We both made our way slowly through the thick grass. After fifty yards of creeping, Staci spotted a few of them feeding. At that point we were about forty yards away from the nearest nanny. We crept about ten more yards and I decided to stop right there. I positioned myself behind a boulder and just watched as Staci crawled through the grass. She made it to a tree which she positioned herself behind. Below her were three goats feeding at about twenty yards.
Trying my best not to spook any animals, I slowly peered around the boulder. I could see Staci and only the top half of one of the goats. Slowly, I tucked my head back behind the boulder. I repositioned myself in order to see Staci, but be out of sight from the feeding goats.
About five minutes later I saw Staci position her bow arm. She came to full draw and released the string. All I heard was the crack of an arrow. I quickly peered over to watch the fleeing direction of the animals. My initial impression was that she missed and hit the rock.
I got up and slowly made my way to her. Upon reaching her, I asked her what happened. She told me that she was pretty sure that she hit the nanny, so we went to inspect the area. On the ground lay the back half of her arrow. There was blood on the arrow and on the opposite side of the rock. Staci mentioned that the goat was on the rock when she shot. It looked to us as if it wasn't a complete pass through and as the goat jumped down, the back of the arrow snapped against the rock.
The signs looked promising, so we took a quick break before picking up the trail.