Kill a mountain goat. It’s been my only real hunting goal since I was a kid. Not really sure what the origination of it was, but I remember being a 4th grader on the bus and telling myself, and the little girl next to me, that one day I was gonna kill a mountain goat.
We drove a similar Lincoln minus the horns in western CO in the mid aughts playing mountain rugby. It was owned by a kiwi fella I worked with. We had way too much fun in that thing.