The ones I ate must not have been frozen yet. I had left the boat before first light with a peanut butter sandwich tucked in the back of my shirt (I never packed all the gear most do nowdays) While I was eating that sandwich at noon I spotted a nice billy goat high above me and on the other side of a very deep, steep canyon near the top of Pyramid Peek. It was after sun down when I got to and shot him, he dropped, kicked once and slid off the cliff disappearing. I laid out that night, it was after noon the next day after climbing the at least 1000 yard slide shoot a couple times tracking where he had been airborn most of the time. It was near dark by the time I carried him down the steep rocky Pyramid creek, I was getting very hungry and weak having burned a lot of energy for one sandwich in the last 36 hours. I come across an elderberry bush, I knew not to eat much but one small handful won't hurt, WRONG, in less than 10 minuets I thought I would s--t myself to death, it's a good thing there was only 1/2 mile to go to where Boneaddict and his mother waited to pick me up even though I was 24 hours late.
