The search party returns just after 8.30pm.
They have my goat!
The weather has affected it somewhat, its fur is matted and it looks as if it's got a bit of a hangover: but I've got it! It is a very good trophy, larger than average. My shot struck it exactly in the middle of the shoulder, so it's no surprise it collapsed at once. Despite the bullet's rapid expansion, it still managed to travel deep into the body. I think Hornady could be right when they claim that, in the SST, they have managed to combine rapid expansion with depth of impact. The birds had started to peck at the skin around the bullet hole, but I don't care: I hadn't planned to donate it to a museum. I look at the horns with satisfaction, and the usual trophy photos are taken on board the Ruffinit, with everyone wearing jeans.
After doing the paperwork, Bob starts on dinner. Randy is indulging in his favorite pastime: watching DVD's. I am writing my diary.
The evening passes with everyone in a good mood.
Successful hunters and proficient guides spending their time together.
Chapter VII.: Hard times in Alaska
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On Board the Ruffinit