nfh
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Well i wasnt going to post but because of some the memebers on this website are good guys i am doing for you guys.
Where do i start other than scouting every weekend and putting 175-200 miles on the horses. Lets start on Saturday. Well saturday i ended up in the ER room. Had a horrible pain in my gut. I laid on the ER floor in tears till they could see me. Finally saw the doc and after some scans they found a huge stone in my gallbladder. The dr suggested i dont hunt due to if i have an episode then my life will suck. Lucikly my dr has hunted sheep. He said a total non fat diet, some emergency medicine incase things go south.
Fast forward to Tuesday. It was super smokey and couldnt see 200 yards. Camp was set and couldnt do anything. It was nice to have some chilly weather. Then at 11pm a warm breeze came in.
So opening day woke up and took off on foot. 20 min from our camp I was walking a ridge. Sheep crap and tracks everywhere. Started glassing and right off to my side I saw 2 banana rams. I literally just walked by these rams. Still shocked how i wasnt seen. While looking them over i saw 3 more rams. 2 were 3/4 curl,super thick and the 3rd was a full curl. I personally like lamb tips. So I decided to pick him. But i hesitated and triple checked. At this point is about score or what i like. Sooo at 107 yards i blasted the full curl ram. He ran towards me and stopped. I decided to inject another round and dropped him.
Ok this is where my heart kinda a sank. 13 other rams jumped up and left the area. All I saw was rams running. Cant confirm how big they were other than some good rams.
So major rookie mistake. I should of held out and seen what else was hidden in the draw but i had no idea they were there.
Went down and tagged my ram. Walked 20 min back to camp and my dad was already waiting cause he heard the shots at 7:10am. We grabbed a pack animal and skinned the ram and got the meat back to camp.
We stayed the night and woke at 5am and packed camp and was heading out at 7am. Pretty sure my dad is more excited than i am. This hunt put the old man through some tough situations this summer like steep climbing, nasty horse wrecks and so much more and he basically went every single weekend to support me.
When we got back to the trail head we were greated by a game warden. He checked my tag and meat. He even helped us unpack the animals. He said a solid 5.5 year old ram. When I went checked him at the cody office they concluded he was 5.5 years old and watched them put my plug in. The 6th ram thats been checked in as of noon today.
Where do i start other than scouting every weekend and putting 175-200 miles on the horses. Lets start on Saturday. Well saturday i ended up in the ER room. Had a horrible pain in my gut. I laid on the ER floor in tears till they could see me. Finally saw the doc and after some scans they found a huge stone in my gallbladder. The dr suggested i dont hunt due to if i have an episode then my life will suck. Lucikly my dr has hunted sheep. He said a total non fat diet, some emergency medicine incase things go south.
Fast forward to Tuesday. It was super smokey and couldnt see 200 yards. Camp was set and couldnt do anything. It was nice to have some chilly weather. Then at 11pm a warm breeze came in.
So opening day woke up and took off on foot. 20 min from our camp I was walking a ridge. Sheep crap and tracks everywhere. Started glassing and right off to my side I saw 2 banana rams. I literally just walked by these rams. Still shocked how i wasnt seen. While looking them over i saw 3 more rams. 2 were 3/4 curl,super thick and the 3rd was a full curl. I personally like lamb tips. So I decided to pick him. But i hesitated and triple checked. At this point is about score or what i like. Sooo at 107 yards i blasted the full curl ram. He ran towards me and stopped. I decided to inject another round and dropped him.
Ok this is where my heart kinda a sank. 13 other rams jumped up and left the area. All I saw was rams running. Cant confirm how big they were other than some good rams.
So major rookie mistake. I should of held out and seen what else was hidden in the draw but i had no idea they were there.
Went down and tagged my ram. Walked 20 min back to camp and my dad was already waiting cause he heard the shots at 7:10am. We grabbed a pack animal and skinned the ram and got the meat back to camp.
We stayed the night and woke at 5am and packed camp and was heading out at 7am. Pretty sure my dad is more excited than i am. This hunt put the old man through some tough situations this summer like steep climbing, nasty horse wrecks and so much more and he basically went every single weekend to support me.
When we got back to the trail head we were greated by a game warden. He checked my tag and meat. He even helped us unpack the animals. He said a solid 5.5 year old ram. When I went checked him at the cody office they concluded he was 5.5 years old and watched them put my plug in. The 6th ram thats been checked in as of noon today.
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