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Northwest approach to ridge north of penguin |
So I drew a permit to hunt goats in the Bird/Penguin area this fall. Between the nasty weather and work, I was only able to make it out 4 times. The first day out I went out to the northwest approach to the ridge north of penguin. It had snowed which made the climb less than pleasant and we ended up alderbashing a fair amount. The views from the top were worth it and it got me thinking about the winter/ski season to come. No goats in sight, or at least none that I could see with the snow.
The second day out I went up bird ridge and hiked it a ways back. Some snow remained, but mostly on the ridge itself. It was a beautiful day with perfect weather. We saw no goats but did see a young black bear wandering about.
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Bird valley viewed from the ridge. |
The third day I went up to penguin ridge. Bird valley was socked in but the clouds cleared around 2500' to bluebird skies which made the climb worth it. I saw a much larger black bear on the highway side of the just above the gut of the gully. No goats nearby but I saw some further back on the ridge of my first day out. I scoped a decent approach and would head out there soon.

The fourth day out I headed up penguin creek trail and shot up a climb-able gully. Once out of the trees I could see the goats were still there. After cresting the ridge, eating, resting, spotting, and enjoying the view I earned, I figured out at least one billy. I finally saw a bunch of goats, but unfortunately they were all nannies with kids. Eventually they decided not to hang around and left for terrain I could handle, but not before crossing terrain that was too dicey. I noticed two other goats on much steeper terrain further away. The one billy I was after joined the nannies and kids. They were beautiful to watch while I could, but I couldn't follow them.
After being unsuccessful and giving it an honest try I don't think hunting goats is for me. I hated alder-bashing with a gun, not to mention the extra weight. I loved the views, wildlife, and hiking though. If there's a next time I will try to get off work for an extended period that will allow for greater travel in the backcountry.