I was following him in the scope, but the brush and him jumping over boulders, wouldn't allow a shot. I kept following him hoping he would slow down at the rim. There are a bunch of really big boulders at the rim, and he slowed almost to a stop pick his route out of there, and I was already on him. I touched off the old .264mag and it smacked him square in the shoulder. He rared back on his rears and tumbled back down the mountain about 30 yds toward us.
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