So in response to everyone asking me where my brother JD and I shot our sheep this year, I am writing the entire true story.
So there we were…at the trailhead that lead to sheep heaven. We snapped a few photos as we cruised passed the trailhead sign.
I had better start at the beginning so that you don’t miss any of the details on how to get there or the hardships we encountered.
It was Thursday August 9th and we were in Palmer Alaska going over our packing lists. My brother, my good friend Dan and myself all made sure that we had all of the necessary stuff like Mountain dew and our Gameboys and PSP’s. We made sure to pack extra Doritos and I grabbed my laptop, which if any of you have ever been sheep hunting in Alaska you now know that your laptop, Doritos, and Mountain Dew are at the top of your packing list.
We drove about 4 hours and arrived at our base camp. I took a photo of the base camp so that I could remember how harsh the conditions were.
The service was horrible and we were definitely given allot of weird looks by the staff when we carried our rifles to our rooms. Some people even commented on our camo attire, which we thought was very rude.
5 am came early as we loaded our gear on to the chariot that would carry us to sheep mecca. The other people were calling it a “tour bus” but I preferred to call it the “ram range rover”.
There were all sorts of tourists on the safari with us. Most of them were small oriental people that weren’t sure what to think of us until we explained that we were there to take tissue and horn samples of mature full curl rams. They looked much more comfortable with us once they knew that we were on official business.