15 yrs ago, my dad hatched a plan to do a sheep hunt. He's really a moose hunter, but always up for a new challenge, so he planned out the details, bought me a pack, and we scouted out a spot in the Chugach for a walk-in. Despite being a fairly hard hunted area, we found and stalked a really nice 10+ year old ram. When we got in range, he told me it was mine for the taking and I had my first sheep!
I was a 15 yr old kid and he was 40 that year. As you might imagine, he was the one the really did the hunting, and I pretty much just did my best to keep up.
Fast forward to 2012. I'm now 30 and he is 55. I've got a few more mountain hunts under my belt, but dad still hasn't managed a ram. This time around it's my trip and it's a fly-in to the Alaska Range. After an great stalk, we were right in the middle of a band of rams, and I told him it was his turn. A perfect 40 yard shot, and this time he got to cut the tag.
I got to be the designated packer, but I figured I owed him. All in all a great trip. Covered a bunch of country (by Alaska Range standards). Located 50+ rams over four days. Didn't seen another hunter.
And one last picture to feed the dreams. There a five rams in it, and one was a good size dude. I passed on a 475 yd shot at him and elected to stalk closer... only to find I didn't have any way to get set up for a shot from the closer location. He blew the country, and I'm a wiser sheep hunter.