Every year around this time a big old Billy shows up on my place. Ive watched him with temptation for a couple of years now as I knew he would be up there with some of the biggest Ive shot. Trouble was I had a feeling he wasn't as big as I hoped, for some reason. Anyway a couple of weeks ago I caught sight of him at a distance. He was back. So on Sunday afternoon when I had some free time I grabbed my bow and went looking specifically for him. About 5pm I caught up with him with a small mob and could tell straight away that he had gone backwards in the last 8 months. The most spectacular thing about him used to be an amazing cape and beard that much resembled a Markhor goat. By far the best cape id seen on a goat! Much of it was now gone however.
I snuck in to about 18 yards and let go an arrow which went through his chest quartering away. The tough old bugger should have keeled over but he kept hanging on and I had to follow him a couple of hundred meters and put another one into his neck when he gave me the chance.
He went a bit over 31 inch spread which was indeed smaller than I hoped, but to put it in perspective is still the third biggest billy i've shot by any means out of between 5 and 8,000 goats shot. And when I checked his teeth there was not a single one left in his mouth. Roughly I aged his growth rings at 13.5 years of age. The old knife in the second pic is one of my grandfathers from the 1930's. A folder with bull horn scales and sharp as hell! Would put most modern stainless jobs to shame!
Topic: Went for a walk with purpose. (Read 1857 times)
