So now it is about 10:30 pm. I swear, no sooner than I get down to the cliff top, the fog and clouds roll in. I am not happy about where I am in the first place and now visablity is getting worse by the minute.
He drops in on the right of the photo and sneaks up behind the ram. In the fog he cannot find the ram. Finally he uses his binos and somehow finds the ram @ 30 yards still bedded facing away. So he draws, shoots and.....................misses.
The ram runs to the left and now the fog is so thick Mike can't hardly see 20 yards. Mike follows anyway going slow and taking his time. I can start to barely hear rocks falling dowhill in that direction so I figure something is getting close but I can't see more than 20 yards either.
By some stroke of luck, the ram had stopped on the small ridge top and Mike saw him @15yards. This time he didn't miss and thought he drilled him, thought he saw him stagger, but he disapeared in the fog going downhill.
Pretty soon Mike shows up in front of me he tells me he thinks the ram is dead and rolled out of sight but is not sure. We climb the hell up out of there in the pink Mary zone, hands on the ground steep.