I'll try and keep this short and simple and post pictures in the photo thread tomorrow.
My hunt started on the 28th of August and I was lucky enough to have my wife come along with me to help me find a nice legal ram for the freezer. We rode into our hunting area actually on the 29th since we got a late start on the 28th and ended up staying the night in Delta Junction.
It was about a 45 minute ride by wheeler to our base camp, the "Taj". After arriving in camp we unloaded the wheelers and start making plans for an early afternoon hunt when we heard some wolves howling on a distant ridge behind camp. I glassed the ridgeline and found 7 wolves playing and howling. I howled back and got an instant response with all 7 sitting n their behinds and howling into the sky, what an incredible sight. After a few hours they trotted down the hill right inline with camp so I told the wife to grab her rifle and get ready for some action. I positioned her about 75 yards down from camp and I took up a position on the other side. An hour later and nothing, then a small bull and cow moose come running out of the trees and across the riverbed yet still now sighting of the woves.
The next few days are spent hiking up different drainages looking for a legal ram but all we can find are sublegals and tons of ewes and lambs.
An old friend rides into camp on Sunday and upon greeting him I catch something moving on the distant hill behind camp, it's a nice fat dark grizz but he's too far away for a stalk so we watch him walk into the brush and never see him again.
Not much else for excitement for the next few days other than spotting lots of small rams, ewes and lambs. Wednesday rolls around and the wife decides she's going to take a personal day and stay in camp and take a nice hot shower.......yes, we built a battery/propane powered shower and it was NICE!!! Anyhow, my friend rides off to go look for a moose and I ride the big hill up from camp to look for more sheep. The wind is HOWLING so hard I can hardly see through the spotter so I decide to bag it and head back to camp. As i'm riding the wheeler towards camp I see my give the spike/fork signal and point across the drainage. Cool, sounds like Greg got him a moose.
I ride across but take the wrong trail and ride around a bit before I finally find him. He's got the wheeler and his trailer standing by and is working on a nice fat forked horn bull. We spend the next couple of hours cutting him up then head back to camp, hang the meat and kick back to a nice fire and a cold beer. Whoever said this sheep hunting thing is tough must be doing something wrong! OK, that was a joke.......
We spend the next couple of days looking for a legal ram and in one particular drainage, we think we have found him. He's about 1500 feet above us and is looking good. He is one of the widest and heavier rams I have ever seen but not full curl. I debate on getting closer but we eventually decide to press on towards the glacier. Once we get there we find the valley full of sheep, 1 small ram and 23 ewes and lambs. We take pictures and spend some time glassing distant rock faces looking for a hidden ram to no avail so we load up and head back to the wheelers. As we head back we spot the wide horned ram again and he's looking better every minute. Everyone's tired from the hike to the glacier but I want to get closer but eventually decide that he's not full curl.
Friday rolls around and it's time to pack up gear for the ride out on Saturday when 3 more hunters roll into camp, one being a friend i've known since about '94. We spend the rest of the afternoon reminiscing and enjoying each others company. Staurday morning arrives and we say goodbye and head for home. On the drive home I cannot stop thinking about that wide horned ram. I try and convince myself that with horns that big, he has to be at least 8 if not older.
Once I get home I start making phone calls to get another week off from work. I get the green light and Make plans to leave that Monday morning as it's a long drive to the trailhead. The wife wishes me good luck with a huge hug and kiss and I'm off for another week of chasing sheep.