It’s always fun to photograph mountain goats because they conveniently prefer to hang out in spectacular alpine settings. I met this young goat a few years back not too far from Denver in Colorado. We were both up above the clouds as the day came to a close. Nikon D810 with Nikkor 17-35mm lens (at 35mm) ISO 800, f/10 at 1/800th of a second.
*Sam Elliot Voice* I met the Mountain Goat Kid in Deadwood in 1884. He was a hard-drinkingest, kickest, jumpiest outlaw in the West. He robbed nearly every bank from South Dakota to Utah. Every time he’d get the money, then stop in the middle of the lobby and drop a little pile of pebbly scat. That was kind of his calling card. The Law told him, “you’ve got to stop this bank robbing” to which he said “baa”. He died in 1890 I believe, in a bar fight over some hay. He always did get aggressive during mating season. But his legend lives on across the West, inspiring new hairy, thin-faced deadbeats in every generation.
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It’s always fun to photograph mountain goats because they conveniently prefer to hang out in spectacular alpine settings. I met this young goat a few years back not too far from Denver in Colorado. We were both up above the clouds as the day came to a close. Nikon D810 with Nikkor 17-35mm lens (at 35mm) ISO 800, f/10 at 1/800th of a second.
Was it up on Mt. Evans? I lived in Colorado for 30 plus years. Never saw any mountain goats, but I sure had a great time hiking in the Rockies. 🙂
Hi Karen, I seem to. have missed this comment. Yes, this was at the top of Mount Evans.
*Sam Elliot Voice* I met the Mountain Goat Kid in Deadwood in 1884. He was a hard-drinkingest, kickest, jumpiest outlaw in the West. He robbed nearly every bank from South Dakota to Utah. Every time he’d get the money, then stop in the middle of the lobby and drop a little pile of pebbly scat. That was kind of his calling card. The Law told him, “you’ve got to stop this bank robbing” to which he said “baa”. He died in 1890 I believe, in a bar fight over some hay. He always did get aggressive during mating season. But his legend lives on across the West, inspiring new hairy, thin-faced deadbeats in every generation.