The next day Larry and I headed back up through the jungle to see if he could bag his goat. Matt's feet were killing him and he opted to stay in camp. We took a slightly different approach because even though we were successful the day before we realized we had miscalculated the terrain. We instead hiked into a large bowl that wrapped around the ridgeline we had been in. The fog was dense and visibility wasn't far. As we hiked through the middle of the bowl the fog started to lift and we quickly spotted a billy bedded above us. As we moved in he got up and started to gain ground on us. We then realized there were three more billies to our left that were even closer. We hit the deck and Larry lined up on the closest billy that was just shy of 300 yards. In the first picture you can just make out Larry's goat on the skyline. At the shot the billy humped up and disappeared over the far side. We scrambled up as fast as we could and Larry put a finishing shot in the billy. He fell out of sight into a rock chute and we could hear him crashing through the rocks, but we never could see him.

We ended up climbing down a narrow rock chute one at a time and approaching from the bottom. All we could see were the billy's feet sticking out over a 15-foot ledge and we had no choice but to climb up there and get him. We snapped a few picture on the ledge before pushing the billy off the cliff and watching him roll several hundred yards toward the valley floor below.