Finally the day Becca and I had been waiting for had come. August 7th was the day we were slated to fly out with an air taxi for 8 days of fun filled adventure chasing caribou and, if lucky enough, sheep. We awoke that morning to low ceilings and a call late in the afternoon to the air taxi as the weather cleared threw us for a loop as we were informed that they would not be able to fly us out to where we were wanting to go. Not really expecting this to happen I spent very (ok ZERO) time working up a “Plan B.” (note to self ALWAYS have a backup plan).
A quick scan of the topos I had, looking at the options on the table left for us to try to still chase rams and harvest a caribou at the same time led me to choose a drainage that is slightly less than a 10 mile hike off the road to get into sheep country. My brother and I had backpacked through more than 10 years ago while we were in high school so I was “semi familiar” with the area. That distance isn’t usually that big of a deal to most sheep hunters, but being as Becca was still not totally 100% after having broke her leg 10 months prior to this trip I was apprehensive about the undertaking.
However, given the hand dealt it was that or stay at home, and that was definitely NOT an option for either of us as we’d rather just go backpacking without rifles and not even hunt than sit at home. So we repacked our gear slightly in a hurry and left the truck around 4:30 PM heading for the sheep mountains.
About 7:30 PM we got to where we had now planned to spend the first night 3 miles in and 2300’ higher than where we started. We setup the tent and enjoyed the evening glassing a couple dozen caribou scattered over the countryside and even a lone wolf trotting along a ridge top a couple miles away as the new snow was still lingering on the mountains surrounding us.