My opportunity at an ibex billy came on the second day of the hunt. After spending most of the morning glassing immature ibex across a wide canyon, guide Vicente Gil decided that we should move to higher ground and continue working our way around the face of the ridge in an effort to find a better billy. We picked our way across the face of the mountain, eventually reaching the crest, and glassed the adjacent valley. As we reached the top, Gil dropped down below the lip of the rim and motioned me forward. Across the narrow canyon we saw a mature ibex with tall, sweeping horns. Gil ordered me to get in position for a shot. A crumbled pile of limestone boulders offered me the cover I needed, and the flat surface provided a solid rest for the rifle. The billy was standing near a lone tree on the opposite ridge 200 yards away, which should have made for an easy shot, but I had to contend with a very heavy crosswind. Holding just ahead of the billy’s shoulder, I pressed the LBA trigger. When I fired, the ibex rose up on his hind legs and turned, running across the empty slope toward the top of the ridge. There was no way to be certain what type of terrain we’d encounter if the billy crossed out of sight, and I didn’t want to risk losing the animal in the steep limestone cliffs. I fired another shot that slowed the ibex, and an insurance shot anchored the animal before it could cross the ridgetop.