The next morning we wake up and head down to the river. It seems better and we hop in the boat and takeoff. Sure enough were able to get on plane and start cruising. Our plan was to hike straight to the canyon where we saw the ram and just hope he was in there. While driving the boat you want to pay attention to where the channels are in the river because you never know if you’re going to come out late and it’s just a good to have that in your mind. Hitting gravel bar can ruin your hunt.
We get to our spot and start hiking. As we are hiking in John was reminiscing on the different Rams he had taken in the area over the years. I’ll tell you what this guy can hike like nobody.. We make our way about 4 miles in and recognize the canyon where the ram was we are now in the bottom but we’ve been trying to glass as to not get caught by anything. We finally make it to the mouth of the canyon and see 2 ewes staring at us. I’m nervous that they’re going to bolt and head up the canyon where we think the big ram is but luckily as we adjust our position we can see further up the canyon and sure enough there’s a group of sheep. We Throw up the spotter and see a good ram. Each of us take turns looking at it. From one angle he looks good and from another he looks just OK. I remember asking them do you think it’s as big as Scott’s? Again I only bring that up because I was totally content shooting one like his. We agree that we need to stay in the creek bottom and get closer.. As we work our way up the creek bottom out of sight we get to a point at 500 yards and we see the ram bedded. I’ve decided at this point I’m going to shoot the ram I didn’t really care how big he was. I knew he was probably mid 180s. We had just worked so hard that this would make for a great story and ending. It was a super steep hillside and while I’m confident shooting that far we decided to make a move to get closer to a little hump that would put us in better position and a better shooting angle.
I get positioned and Matt and John are in the spotters. We are debating whether to shoot him bedded or risk waiting with the possibility of getting spotted or winded. I make the decision to go ahead it’s 380 yards I have a great rest. I have dry fired on him and got my nerves out I felt super confident. I need to slip it in without hitting his horn or his hind leg with the angle that he’s laying there. It’s in slightly uphill shot. He finally tilts his head and I pull the trigger. I lose sight of him with the jump the gun but I can hear both guys say oh man he just went over the edge of a cliff he’s dead.
I can’t tell you the feeling and relief. It was amazing. It sounds cheesy but I literally almost cried because of all the effort and time. I had been given so much help from Scott, from his friends with the boat, from Matt and in the end here John.. All the pressure was finally gone. We dumped some of our gear in the bottom of the creek and took our packs up as we climb straight up to find him. As I walked up on him his face was down in a crack all I could see was the lower portion of his horn. I thought oh darn he’s not as big as I had thought but oh well. John told me to pick up his head and as I reach down and started to pull his head out of the hole I soon realized he was much bigger than I thought he had huge bases. John immediately said “I told you he’s a big ram “smiling.
I couldn’t believe it. Their horns are so big and heavy. The hillside was really steep and we didn’t have much for angles of taking pictures. We did a full skin out for a life-size mount and divvied up the meat for the pack out. We were now 5 miles in and it was about 1:30- 2 o’clock. It was going to be a scramble to get out before dark. It’s super sketchy to run a boat in the dark. The hillsides were wet and our packs were super heavy. I had the head and full cape is all and my rifle and the other two guys took the meat. When I got home I weighed my pack as it was when we got to the boat. Without my gun my pack was 75 pounds so around 85ish. Matt was kind enough to trade me halfway through on the pack out. I was dying and he carried it the rest of the way. I owe him

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It’s now dark at the boat and everyone’s kind of quiet as we know we have to navigate the river in the dark. It’s useless to use a headlamp as the light just reflects off the water. As I was driving the boat I was trying to recall the route I took in. You can vaguely make out trees still with the light that was showing. It was a nerve-racking ride but we made it. What a relief to finally see the boat ramp light.
I didn’t talk much about how much I had learned from John. He has hunted sheep for I don’t know how many years. Throughout the season I would tell him what I was seeing and he would tell me to look for things and as I did them it would help my hunting. This last week was no different he taught me a bunch about sheep and the rut. I’m not gonna say I ever regret putting in the time I did but I’m also not gonna say that hiring a guy like John is a bad move on a once-in-a-lifetime thing.. I watched him throughout the season work his tail off for his hunters. The guy can flat out hike and if you go with him you better be in shape but he will put you in The best position possible to have success.
Anyway that’s my long story thanks for following along

. Here’s a pile of pictures. He ended up being right at 190 with 17 inch bases and his long side was 41 inches. He’s broomed on the short side. I couldn’t be happier I stare at his skull every day. I’ve never spent so much time hunting an animal. It was 24 total days with 3500 miles on my pick up truck.






