I had planned this hunt a year out and this would be my third year hunting sheep. My first sheep hunt in 09 I took a solid ram mesuring 39 inches on one side and the other side broomed. In 2010 it was flash floods and my partner Steve took a nice ram and I took a very nice grizzly , and a mega bou. In 2011 I dreamed about a wide flared ram that would be full curl and not be broomed.The planning of this hunt was all done by myself in hopes of finding a hunting partner and I was down to a few months when the second hunting partner decided he could not afford this hunt as he was in the process of buying a house. So what to do now so I posted an add on the forum and got a few responses finally got a partner that seemed to be excited about the last minute opportunity he was a local Fairbanks resident. He showed up at the house a laid out gear and made last minute arrangements prior to the hunt. He is better known as Bill Foster and he had never taken a ram before himself but had accompanied another hunter in a Tok Management Area hunt. So I got off work the morning of the 8th and we met up with the pilot on the afternoon of the 8th to be flown into the Brooks Range. I made it out that afternoon but my partner didn't make it into the field until the afternoon of the 9th. On the eveining of the 9th we spiked into the mountains glassing in search of a ram on the late evening of the 9th I spotted a ram laying down all by himself perched high upon a rocky outcropping right away I knew he was a shooter. So we put him to bed glassed him for several hours keeping track of his movements at 9pm we had came up with a plan and that was to climb to the top of the mountain and get above him to try to get a shot. As we climbed up to around 5000 ft eleveation it began to get foggy and the visibilty was less than 50 ft at times. So we decdied to wait it out only having a kifaru paratarp we laid down and took a nap my partner got up several times that night I think he even did exercises to get warm but he toughed it out. The next morning I awoke to see the fog lifting so we got up and slowly started walking down the ridge to glass for the ram but the fog was going in and out and visibilty still wasn't very good. After a few hours of patiently glassing within the fog I was wondering if he had given us the slip then,I spotted the "king of the hil"l but it was briefly and well over 1/2 mile and then he dissappeared within the fog. After being on top of the mountain for 12 plus hours little to no water, and not much food I decided to descend not knowing if it would be my last chance. We made it back to camp and got a bite to eat, and hydrated I was completely exhausted not getting much rest under that paratarp the night before. I decided to walk down the valley floor and see if I could locate the ram on the mountain I just couldnt rest knowing he had given me the slip after a few minutes of galssing I found him and decided to to make a move and get as close as I could and take a shot he was hiding out in a draw within the mountain that had water and was shaded from the sun the perfect spot for the "king".I closed the distance and got within 409 yards before he became alert. As my 270 weatherby barked instantly the ram fell and it was all up hill to get him it was so steep we had to slide our packs down the mountain. He measured 37 1/2 inches and Fish and Game aged him at 13 years old. After getting him of the mountain we went in search of Bills ram that was green scored at 178 and measuring 46 in on the strong side and also was aged at 13 years old. Im not going to take Bills thunder away but will say he is a great partner and well deserving of the "king of the hill" he harvested.After taken the rams I spent 6 days on the airstrip ran out of food and ate sheep meat.Until next year all we have is memories and dreams of the next "king of the hill " that we may chase on open mountain sides. Somehow I always find the solitude on the mountain that I can't find anywhere else hope the lord gives me plenty more years chasing them wild sheep in the mountains of Alaska.