In my zeal to participate and experience a sheep hunt I realize I've probably made some inaccurate implications in the subject message.. I did not take the sheep, my budddy did. I simply lived vicariously through him during the whole ordeal. Even now, I'm showing the photos like the ram's mine. I'm realizing that the nature of sheep-hunting lends itself to some "success-by-committee" feelings and that's probably not such a bad thing. When you realize how few tags there are, how random an opportunity sheep-hunting can be, and sometimes how many people and sets of eyes you need on the mountain, well, I think a lot of people are entitled to a proverbial backstrap or two.
The taxidermist scored him at 174". Again, better than either of us could have dreamed of. As to the where we got him question, well, I'll spare you the "right behind the back rib" response and promise you that as soon as I myself pull this tag I'll be more than forthcoming. Thanks for all of your replies. Jaeger
