IIRC, he wintered in Florida and would pass through Macon, GA on his way back north for the summer. He seemed quite old to me back then, but now I'd guess that he was in his 60's.
He had a small camping wagon pulled by goats. He must have had a dozen or more and probably worked them in shifts.
IIRC, (again) he would talk about the Bible to whomever stopped to chat.
Well, looky here! I just decided to try to look him up and found this article.
Sure do. It was huge news when he'd come through my small hometown in north Alabama. Everybody would turn out to see him.
I remember the Goat Man. He came to Roswell GA several times and we would come across him other places as well, sometimes in the north GA mountains, sometimes down in south GA. He got around.
You knew you were coming up behind him when you could hear clanging pots handing off the wagon, but not before you got a whiff of the SMELL. He was an interesting guy, but hygiene wasn’t a big concern. I lived on a farm so I wasn’t a stranger to smells, but whoa he smelled bad.