tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post6243972525973475124..comments2024-03-26T12:44:30.308-07:00Comments on Blue Heron Blast: Terry's insane goat caperBlue Heronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13516946085702606491noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-31538205696510901302020-07-29T17:10:29.178-07:002020-07-29T17:10:29.178-07:00I was up there last Saturday and you captured my e...I was up there last Saturday and you captured my experience perfectly. I had three encounters with the pair; the first time was on my way up, when I saw the male perched way out on a rock outcropping bleating, doing an impression of a mountain goat. He was far enough off the trail that we didn’t interact. I summited Wrightson and when I got back to Old Baldy Saddle there were hikers coming up carrying large branches, saying they’d been chased by the goats. I cautiously headed down the trail (I was on my own) and not too far below the saddle there they were. The male saw me and started trotting towards me with purpose. I yelled and waved my arms, but he was not bothered. I was able to step off the trail next to an oak tree, hoping as you did that he’d pass me by, but no. He stepped off and sized me up. I screamed at him, picked up some rocks and threw them at him, but he was not phased. At that point he decided I wasn’t a threat and began to pick his way downtown he rocky slope. His shy female friend came up behind, circled wide around me, and quietly followed him. “Phew,” I thought. All’s well that ends well. But I forgot about the switchbacks. A couple of switchbacks later suddenly they popped off of the slope directly behind me, and the male commenced to chasing me down the trail. We got to Bellow Springs and this is where I really got scared. I was alone with the two goats and after a bunch of back and forth of me trying to talk calmly to “William,”, shouting at him, shoving him away him with a stout stick I’d picked up (he looked at the end with interest and licked it, leading me to briefly wonder if he was a friendly goat that just had no boundaries), poking him none-too-gently with the stick, and finally solidly whacking him in the head multiple times with the stick (it had zero affects—he didn’t even blink), he had me pinned against a tree, feebly fending him off. When he started rubbing his horns against the branches right next to me in preparation for charging, I finally hollered loudly for help. The voiced of a trail angel floated down from above in the form of a hiker who had hiking poles. I was never so glad to see another human being as I was to see him. He got to me and I tucked in behind him. With the help of his poles, he helped me get to the downhill side of the spring; some other hikers on their way up got to the spring right at this time, and there were enough people there that the goat got a little confused and stopped charging me, so I took advantage of the pause, thanked my rescuer (whoever he was) and booked it downhill. It wasn’t until I got below Josephine Saddle that I took a breath. Anyway—thank you for writing this; I can picture what happened to you exactly, because it happened to me, too. Accurate reporting!Canicashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09602769096033415378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-72089814558383339842020-07-25T09:00:52.131-07:002020-07-25T09:00:52.131-07:00Some of us find said perfume strangely intoxicatin...Some of us find said perfume strangely intoxicating...Blue Heronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13516946085702606491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-24794321551911515752020-07-25T07:45:24.687-07:002020-07-25T07:45:24.687-07:00I am not a goat whisperer, I don't know goat b...I am not a goat whisperer, I don't know goat behavior and the only goat love story I know featured "Luigi the Goat***er. Still, even with these deficiencies I think the lady who was making a terrified retreat in front of "the Horned God" had the basic strategy right. It appears Mr. Goat was in a territorial mood and not willing to take no for an answer regardless of opposition. When the lady made a slow speed retreat the goat might have thought he was "winning" or "Making America Great" so he didn't escalate beyond some emphatic head butts. When His Royal Goatness experienced resistance he got all grumpy and managed to run four or more of the worlds greatest apex predators off of his turf. I dunno, but the perfume of Mr. Rutting Goat would probably be enough to get me retreating.Jon Harwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07167557407360477540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-54012180381598548932020-07-24T21:05:20.106-07:002020-07-24T21:05:20.106-07:00Krav Maga? I don't know...Those sharp horns co...Krav Maga? I don't know...Those sharp horns could ruin your day real quick. I don't think you want to play the inside game with this guy. Not sure how I would deal with him, perhaps invite him into the cabin to watch old family videos of the trip to Branson in the station wagon, then spike his coffee with sedatives, as if he wasn't already in a miserable stupor. Maybe then you try to get his attention with a number 10 griswold cast iron frying pan.Blue Heronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13516946085702606491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-70263151729197482612020-07-24T20:13:44.521-07:002020-07-24T20:13:44.521-07:00I have a goat story I witnessed of an amorous goat...I have a goat story I witnessed of an amorous goat knocking down and mounting<br />my duck hunting companion which I will send you next week. My friend is a macho guy who was totally demoralized by the amorous goat. <br /><br />dcAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-65443617396502839552020-07-24T20:08:53.450-07:002020-07-24T20:08:53.450-07:00I’m sure it was getting pretty serious after a few...I’m sure it was getting pretty serious after a few minutes. However, I’ve never heard bear encounters compared to cross fit, I’ll take the goat if faced with a choice. Goats whack each other on the head when fighting over females, and wrestle with their horns. So you’re playing by the rules with a formidable foe. Throwing rocks and whacking him on the nose is more primate like. I totally applaud your attitude and outcome, but if felt really threatened, I’d go all Krav Maga and try to blind him of break his leg. Hope everybody and all the animals survived intact on the trail that day!island guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15159498316695030022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-34497179037271289012020-07-24T17:56:34.055-07:002020-07-24T17:56:34.055-07:00Great adventure, gotta say I was rooting for the G...Great adventure, gotta say I was rooting for the G.O.A.T.......Kenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987760049234586572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-2087217869154620932020-07-24T17:04:22.765-07:002020-07-24T17:04:22.765-07:00I ask you to consider one thing; think about the v...I ask you to consider one thing; think about the velocity an ex ball player like Terry can put on a rock? I am sure he was throwing heat, didn't faze the goat one bit.Blue Heronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13516946085702606491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-79259731405492052552020-07-24T16:51:07.871-07:002020-07-24T16:51:07.871-07:00Seem like a good reason to carry a powerful hand g...Seem like a good reason to carry a powerful hand gun on the trail.Ken Sealshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04813240773920337414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-4443904126379258932020-07-24T16:33:27.180-07:002020-07-24T16:33:27.180-07:00Hard to top that one!
Hard to top that one!<br />Jon Harwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07167557407360477540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-79256802853994157792020-07-24T15:04:49.240-07:002020-07-24T15:04:49.240-07:00Hilarious! The best thing I've heard in months...Hilarious! The best thing I've heard in months. I can't believe you climbed this thing and the goat battle is just icing on the cake. My cake, not yours obviously. Lions and tigers and goats oh my! Thanks for sharing the story<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com