Abandoned mine shaft

I was hiking with a buddy in a dark densely wooded area when we stumbled on an old vertical shaft in the brush. There used to be a lot of old silver mines in the area, maybe this was for ventilation? There were no rocks around so I threw 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. It took both of us to lift it and throw it in the hole.

Suddenly there was a crash in the brush and I looked up to see a big 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 a local rancher on a four-wheeler. He asked if we had seen a goat. I said, "Your damn right. He was running about fifty miles an hour and trying to kill me!"

The rancher just shook his head and said, "Fifty miles an hour? That couldn't be my goat. I tied him to an iron rail."