Waking up at 4am in the morning to go bargain shopping, just ain't my thing, but waking up at 4am in the morning to go billy hunting is a whole other story.
It was a great Friday morning, no crowded malls, no long lines, and no traffic, just me and mother nature. Arriving at my hunting spot a tad bit early, I decided to kick back on my tailgate to enjoy the peace and tranquility. Just before daybreak, sounds of cries coming from baby goats calling for their mothers echoed though the valley. Music to my ears, I thought to myself. Finding the herd was going to be a little easier today. Excited, I grabbed my gear and headed up the river bed that led into the valley. It was only 30 minutes into the hunt when I caught movement in the Kiawe trees to the right of me. I stopped, glassed and saw that it was a goat. It had no clue that I was there. At first it seemed as if it was headed towards my right, so I crept slowly in that direction. Glassing again to confirm its location, I saw that it had changed its mind and made a U turn. I decided to make a move to cut him off to my left. I slowly and quietly crept in his direction. He was still weaving in and out of the thick intertwined keawe trees. We were about 40 yards from each other. The only way that I could get a shot off, was if he stepped out of the thick or if I went in after him. I chose to be patient and remain on the outskirts. Now we were walking parallel to each other at about 30 yards. The thick cover shielded my every move. Patience paid off and for some reason he turned and headed directly to me! I stopped, nocked an arrow and held tight on my knees. It was do or die time! At 15 yards he stopped. I knew he spotted me, but he wasn't quite sure of what I was. Knowing that he did not like what he saw, he turned 90 degrees and began to leave. I gave one desperation snort which stopped him for a split second, just enough time to release my arrow. My arrow struck home, and he bolted under trees and over rocks, where he finally expired about 100 yards away.
Ryan