Eventually they got up and begin to feed, and I was able to get a better look at the ram behind the rock. Definitely looked like one of the better, if not the best ram of the bunch. His horns looked to be closer to full curl, although maybe a bit tight compared to the other ram I liked, which had maybe a larger curl but, not as long?
At this point I was honestly waffling if I even wanted to shoot one. On the one hand I didn't want the hunt to end and I hadn't even begun to hunt seriously. I had plans to camp and hunt the more rugged areas of the unit. But on the other hand it was awesome to have my daughter with me again (second chance!) and her friend tagging along, and a couple rams did look pretty good. Thats why we were there afterall. It was a tough choice to pull the trigger; I hadn't anticipated this confliction in all the years of dreaming about sheep. Anyway, they had kept feeding while all that was going through my mind, and were making their way toward me. 50, 40, 20...14 yards. Too close!



It didn't take long for one ram to catch site of me, decide they were close enough, and move off about hundred yards. At about this time I saw a chip missing out of the left horn on the ram I liked the most, and for whatever reason I thought this ram has character. Screw it i thought, I'm going to shoot him. I'll go camp and hunt elk next week.