This hunt started about 12 years ago, before I was a sheep hunter. A new friend called and asked if I’d be willing to go on a sheep hunt with him, that after 20 years he had finally drawn a coveted Delta Controlled Use Area (DCUA) tag. It was an epic walk-in hunt. 25+ miles one way. He got his ram and I got bit by the sheep hunting bug. I haven’t been the same and have sheep hunted ever since. His ram was the first I packed and ate. There have since been 9 others and I’ve got to lower the boom on 4 of them.
Over the years it never worked out for us to sheep hunt again until last year. On the second stalk on a ram I fell in a steep, rocky chute and dislocated my shoulder. We popped it back in, finished the stalk (no ram) and hunted 4 more days.
We still had the feeling of “unfinished business”…. us hunting together and me pulling the trigger.
It was a typical sheep hunt (if there is such a thing!) 10 days of hot sun, cold temps, high winds, snow, rain, sleet, long valleys, steep passes, rocky ridges, stream crossings, brush busting, etc.
We saw 6 griz, 2 wolverines, caribou, 60+ ewes and lambs, 15 rams… one shooter.....8 year old broomer. I guess that means we batted a 1000
I found this horn half buried in the rocks 10 ft from where the ram landed in the steep chute. Nice one. I brought it home.