Most of you know I live in Ca gold country, right?
I was tooling through the mountains with Toy, my wife, in a densely wooded area when we came across an old vertical shaft in the brush, it literally went straight down. There used to be a lot of old gold mines in the area, I'm certain this was an old vent shaft (ventilation).
There were no rocks around so I tossed a coin in. We couldn't hear it hit bottom. We sifted through the old junk nearby and found an old piece of iron rail. I drug it over and threw it in the hole.
Suddenly there was a crash in the brush and I looked up to see a big ass goat coming right for us. He was zig-zagging through the trees at a dead run with a crazed look in his eyes. I thought he was going to kill me. At the last second he just missed me and leaped into the hole, disappearing without a sound.
We were pretty shaken up so we got the hell out of there. Later that day, we ran into our neighbor rancher on his Razer. He asked if we had seen a goat. I said, "You bet we did. He was running about fifty miles an hour and trying to kill me!"
The neighbor just shook his head and said, "Fifty miles an hour? That couldn't be my goat. I tied him to an iron rail."