My sheep story starts several years ago on trip up the haul to chase caribou and sheep. Things didn't end up as planned when I pulled the trigger on sub legal ram, 7 1/2 years and 1/2" from full curl. But what this did was fuel a fire that turned into an obsession the last several years. When Permits came out I was sitting in the Anchorage airport headed out on a rafting trip down the grand canyon. I had finally was able to check and realized I had drawn the late Delta sheep permit and the Dixon Glacier Goat permits. The goat permit I had drawn before and was comfortable with what it entailed the sheep was a different story and i frantically called a friend who had hunted in the delta unit. I had emailed 40 mile air and tried to reserve a spot into the Spur Glacier area. Finally as i was starting our float and into the canyon I hiked up to get one bar and finally was able to get a hold of someone and confirm my flight, as i hung up 3 desert big horns ran by a hundred yards below. I figured this was a good sign.Attachment 63047
The typical summer preparations continued gearing up and trying to hide these purchases from my wife. Finally August and it was time to get serious, I figured starting off with the goat hunt opening weekend would be a good idea to ensure my body and gear were ready. Like I had said earlier I had done this hunt 2 other times and had a good idea of what to expect. We left from the beach the day before the season started and got up high into goat country. Opening morning started off early and we climbed higher to an area that goats hung out peered over the edge of the rocks and had 6 nice billies bedded down, we worked our way down a shoot and were able to close to 200 yards where we glassed them for around 20 minutes until we chose the one that looked biggest, put the cross hairs on him and took the the shot and closed the deal on the first half of my tags.Attachment 63048
We left early Saturday morning and made the 550 mile drive to Tok. Spent a restless night in one of the bunks at the hunters office of 40 mile full of anticipation. Talking to the other hunters flying in I was surprised to find out they all were getting dropped off high in sheep country while i was going to have the 12 mile hike to get to my hunting grounds. We were dropped off on the Johnson River valley between Spur Creek and Boulder Creek and made our way up boulder creek to the saddle up and over and made camp another mile up Spur Creek. Monday started out with with Rain, fog, and a wet hike up to the glacier with not many animals spotted. We hiked all day in the rain and worked back down the valley to camp, wet and cold we ate dinner and crawled in to the sack. Tuesday began with the surprise of snow that wasn't slowing down.