I crawled along at a slow pace knowing victory goes to the turtle. I was mentally thinking about setting up camp and re-reading all the hunting notes my friend had sent me on where he had seen rams. I was nearing 10,000 feet and was questioning hunting up to 12,000. But you can’t kill sheep, or anything else, where they ain’t.
I glanced up a rock slide to my left and said to myself, “silly deer out at 11am and up there”. I quick look through my binoculars revealed the deer had turned into two rams. I put my pack on a rock to use as a rest and checked them again real quick with the binoculars. One was half curl the other appeared to be pretty nice. I searched the pockets of my pack and pants for my range finder and was running out of places to search when I guessed 300 yards and could now see a third ram. I wasn’t expecting a need for the rangefinder on the hike up when I packed. In the last pocked I found it and confirmed the distance at only 233 yards at a very steep upwards angle.
I place the rifle over the pack and ruled the half curl out. The other two made it hard to choose. One was broadside and appeared to be a solid 3/4 curl. The second one was mostly butt to and they all look big from behind. The smallest one started to get nervous so I made the choice to take the one broadside. One shot and he dropped and slid 15-20 yards to a stop. The other two rams ran off and to this day I really don’t know if the other rams was a tad bigger or not. It didn’t matter. My ram was down.
I climbed up the slid, not easy and on all four at times, to get my ram. One horn was dug into the ground and when I picked his head up to look he took off on a roll down the mountain. No way I was going to stop him so I watched as he tumbled another 150-175 yards out of sight before I heard him stop. Luckily no damage was done to the horns or cape.
I took pictures and then took care of the ram. I made a decision to pack my camping gear out knowing I couldn’t get back for the ram until tomorrow. It was a long night and an anxious approach the next morning but everything had been untouched. A very heavy load out that seemed a little lighter than the actual weight.
Game and fish in Cody aged him at 8 years and a little more than 31”. The head was dropped at Geer Taxidermy in Cody and it was over
I’ve now taken rams in Wyoming, Colorado, and Montana. Common sense tells me my sheep days are probably over but what a ride for an everyday hunter.
I used my Model 70 featherweight in 7mm-08 shooting Barnes 140 that I reload with a Nikon BDC 4-16x scope. Nothing special.