We decided to head back up to where I'd killed my goat to see if there were any others around. Plus, it was the only place we could physically get to due to the glacier's topography and the weather. Fortunately, shortly after we took off, the sun came back out. We climbed around the end of the knob from which we'd spotted my goat, and as Steve pulled up his bino, he excitedly whispered "Bear!" We pulled out the spotting scope and saw what looked to be a really big grizzly sleeping on the remains of my goat carcass. Again, the wind was perfect, and with the bear about 700 yards away, it required a stalk virtually identical to mine, just lower in elevation. This time I took my turn behind the scope and watched as Steve crept up and was able to put down the bear with two solid shots. It was a beautiful toklat-colored grizzly that squared seven feet even. Although he didn't get a goat, it was Steve's first mountain grizzly, and he was just as happy with it.