Goat Island - Aaron Smith
A few times a year, my dad, little brother(s), and I take camping trips together. Sometimes we backpack for a few days, sometimes we kayak and camp. For several years, we’ve noticed a place called Goat Island on the west end of a very large lake that we frequent, and discussed how it would be cool to paddle to it and camp for a night or two. Early this year, my dad and I decided on a whim to go to this lake and stay in a cabin instead of tent camping (rare for us). We planned to paddle to the island during the day to check it out. We paddled for about 1.5 miles out to this island and after 10-15 minutes of browsing around, we noticed that some of the terrain and small trees were destroyed. Then, my dad pointed out in the distance about 7-8 large goats (big gnarly bearded, spiral horned goats) staring at us through the trees, and my dad said, “Man, I hope those goats aren’t aggressive”. Right then, at that moment, I had a very strange feeling. It never occurred to me that there would be actual goats on Goat Island. As we tried making our way back to the kayaks, they would move swiftly toward us when we weren’t watching. I was trying not to imagine myself getting butted and attacked by them as I’m trying to get in my boat. Towards the shore, they were starting to run a little faster, and so did I! I’m not sure what their intentions were, but I wasn’t waiting around to find out! Luckily, we were able to get in the kayaks as they were meeting us. We sat in our boats watching them as the all came to the shore. I must say it was one of the most bizarre experiences in my life. I’m still not sure why there are goats on Goat Island, but one thing I can guarantee, is that I will not be camping there.