The engine roared from the Beaver, as the pilot launched off the lake and headed back to town. We did some glassing, and saw a herd of goats on the far side of the mountain. There had to be 40 goats grazing on the hill side! Most of them were nannies and kids though (some billies). After the tease of the unreachable goats, we were excited to go through our gear and load our packs. The first thing we grabbed from our bags was the Deet. The bugs were eating and feasting on our flesh. IT WAS CRAZY! I sprayed Deet on my exposed flesh, but the bugs were still flying into my mouth and eyes. I threw my pack over my shoulders, and I had to escape the "attack of the nats."
As we bush wacked through the jungle, my heart rate increased, and sweat started to beed from my forehead. I trained hard for this goat hunt, and I felt I was capable of getting the job done. The ground was a drenched, 6 inch sponge that tour away with every step. After beating the bush, and sponge skating up the moutain we found a camping spot. The spot was level, it had a little creek, and it provided a great view for spotting goats. I was ready to set my tent up, but my buddy over packed and had to leave some gear down on the trail.
Here is a picture of the mountain above camp.
I will add more later. IT'S TOO LATE, time to hit the sack.
Chuck