My buddy and I rode out to his area on the 6 August to see if we could locate any sheep and then to try and find an area to camp for the next few days. We rode back about 25 miles before we started seeing any sheep. We took out the spotting scope and seen they were all ewes and lambs. We rode on a few more miles and decided to camp for the night. The next morning we awoke to have caribou to each side of us, we were there to sheep hunt but still took a few pics. We headed up another drainage to see what we could find. We went a few miles back but seen nothing. On the way out he said he wanted to check the next ridge over.
As we topped the crest of the hill in front of us we could see the far ridge made a bowl and all around the bowl were white dots. We took the spotter once again to find this time they were all rams. We started checking to see if we saw any full curls. He told me that in this area the rams can be more than 8 yo and still not make a curl. We looked and looked, but I could not see a way to get closer to the rams. We decided to wait until morning and come back and see if we could make it in closer w/o getting spotted. So.... on the morning of the 8th, I said I was going to take a look to see where the rams were and would come back and pick up him, our gear,and etc if they were in a more desirable spot.
I came to the top of the hill again to find 3 sheep laying down on the facing slope about 1 mile away. I looked through the spotter to find one that was flared way out but didnt seem to be full curl. Then I moved the spotter down to find one that was full curl. I couldnt belive I was actually looking at a legal ram. I noticed that not only was he full curl but that he was larger bodied than the other one. I couldnt take the spotter off him! Once he looked straight at me and I thought, Can you see me? I put my face down for a few seconds thinking he may see my reflection. When I looked back up, he was looking in another direction chewing his cud. Then a patch of fog moved in and I slipped off the mountain.
The day of the 9th was verrry long. I couldnt keep from thinking about the ram I saw the previous day. We decided to go to near the top of an adjoining mountain and camp. We only took the fly from my tent, a tarp, sleeping bags, MREs, and our backpacks. We built a stone wall in the front, pulled the fly from there and used the tripod as a point to make the water roll off. We layed the tarp down inside and that was camp.
The next moring finally came after getting about 2 hours sleep...I was so anxious. We went up the side of a hill that would allow us to look into the bowl. We imediately saw 3 sheep on the far side about 1 mile away. I was so afraid the 3 rams from the 8th had moved there. The scope quickly told us it was not them. While laying down we were trying to decide what to do...move up and maybe be spotted by the sheep far away. Stay and wait for them to move. After about 5 minutes, I said lets look over this edge and see whats there. We crept up maybe 20 yds to see 10 rams on the valley that sloped up to the mountain where the ram laid 2 days before. I looked through my rifle scope and started from the top and went to the bottom looking at each ram...no...no...no...no...I didnt see him. Crap! I started again..no...no...no...no I went and looked at all 10 again. I put the gun down and wondered what to do next. Then I looked at the ridge again to see another sheep I didnt see. I remeber saying out loud, Where did you come from? I looked thought the scope again...There you are! I pulled out the range finder, but it would not give a reading. the morning mist must have not allowed for a reading. I tried twice more. Nothing. I looked at my partner and asked him how far he thought. He said I belive some where over 300 yds. I thought the same thing. I held somewhere over his back....BOOM! SMACK! SMACK! The boom was from the rifle, the first smack was from the rifle scope hitting me and the next smack was from the bullet on the sheep. My buddy said hes hit. Laughing I said, So am I. I looked at him to show him my face and he laughed too. I shot a couple more times when I noticed the sheep was still standing but wobbling. I never hit him again. Once I got to my feet, I pulled the rangefider out again and it fially read. 484 yds. I know what is going through everyones mind, I read the post from the guy who shot at 600 yds. But HAD I missed, I still would have went to check for a sign of a hit. However, I got to see the ram lay down and expire. I even found the bullet inside him. I owe a special thanks to the guy who "guided" me the whole way.