lol sorry for the radio silence guys.
It was a heck of a weekend. Saturday morning I was able to creep into the herd on the south end of the mountain and get eyes on a legal half curl but the larger 3/4 curl wasn’t anywhere in sight. After some back and forth and maneuvering I found myself 60yds below the half curl. It’d be easy to leave this part out but I took a shot and missed, total rush job, just thought I could seize the moment but with it being straight up hill, while sucking wind, not going thru my process.. honestly I’m a bit embarrassed I let it fly, but I did and it was a foot behind him buried into a rock. The sheep buggered off about 50 yds, I climbed up to see if I could find my arrow (wasn’t till later I found it) and ended up 30 yds from the herd, they weren’t stopping though, I watched them go up and over the ridge. I went back down to where I dropped my pack. Once that was retrieved I decided to see if I could spot them again, I found them on the east side over the ridge bedded down in some scree under the treeline. I was able to use the trees as cover and get to about 40 yds from that half curl but before I could figure out how to slip through the trees they must have caught my movement and trotted further down in elevation through a meadow and into the trees. At that point I opted to back out and not push them any further, spent the rest of the day bopping around the mountain hitting different glassing spots with hopes to turn up a ram but just found a couple ewes. Got back to camp after dark, resupplied the pack, journeyed some thoughts and reflected on the shot. Won’t be making that mistake again.
Sunday morning I took a trail to the south end of the mountain where I saw the herd before and sure enough, right back where I saw them on Saturday. They could see me coming down the trail but I wasn’t too concerned, I just kept a decent pace like I was hiking and was able to put a few patches of pines between me and them. I start closing some distance and just of the horizon of this lower hill through the grass I see horns moving to the north, big ones. I got up to another patch of timber without being spotted and that’s when I get eyes on the 3/4. He’s hanging right in the group with the half curl following a few feet behind. I’m able to move up to the last patch of timber but they’ve noticed my presence.. they’re not busting or spooking, they’re just glancing over ever so often. I ranged the big ram at 98yds. They bed down.
At this point I drop my pack and nock an arrow just in case something brings them my way. After a few minutes I decide I should probably bust out the spotter and take some pics. I’m focusing on my breathing and thinking about what happens when he gets up. I figure he’s going to move up the hill and into the steep scree if I try to get any closer for a reasonable but still long shot.. not risking bumping him for that. I think he could do what he’s done in the past and feed up and away from the group (like he did when I was scouting in July and got 40yds). I get everything put away and the pack ready to go if I need to move quick.
After a few more minutes he stands, stretches, and starts moving up the hill away from the herd at a slow pace, feeding as he goes. I decide this is my chance, I can beat feet back to the trail and head around to the east side to come up and be in a position to drop in on him as he feeds through. I bust ass.. I mean I summit this peak in record time (for me lol) going straight up one of the steepest sections. I poke around hoping to see that ram coming any minute.
Nothing.
Look around some more, nada.
I drop down back on the west side through some steep scree and find him, he must have turned back around cause there he was hanging with the herd. I parked my butt on a semi comfy rock, busted out some jerky and watched while contemplating what to do next..
After a bit, 3 dudes came down the trail carrying packs and rifles. They were out to shoot some marmots and ended limiting our. It was interesting watching how the sheep reacted to the shots. They ran away at first, then back towards the hunters, ultimately crossing through the scree to the north about 150 yds above where those guys were set up. Since I was already up top I just followed along on the ridge as they made their way north. 4 of the rams broke away, the 3/4 curl leading the way followed by the trusty 1/2 curl and two dinkers. I had an idea where they may try to come up and over on the top of the ridge so I hustled over there opting to side hill a smaller middle peak.. had I been a little faster it could have led to a great opportunity.. as it was, the rams popped on top of the ridge 300 yds ahead of me. With no cover, we just stared at each other for half a minute before they walked up to the top another ascending ridge stretching to the east. I didn’t walk directly at them but made my way up the ridge hoping the didn’t spook. Well the went over the ridge and I lost sight and in the few minutes it took me to get up there, they moved out of sight. I spent the rest of the day combing the different ridges and glassing with the hope of finding them but it was all for naught. I even doubled back to the herd they were with to see if they backtracked and that wasn’t the case. Made for a heck of a day and I’m hopeful when I get back up tomorrow morning that those rams will be back up with the ewes. I know it’s been hot down here off the mountain but up top there it’s been getting pretty chilly at night milder days.. I say this to note that the 3/4 curl ram was doing quite a bit of lip curling while checking on 2-3 ewes in particular.
So anyway, I had to work yesterday and am getting everything prepped and ready today for the long stretch on the mountain. Once I’m up tomorrow I’m not coming down until I have a ram down or season ends.
