You know, I actually wrote a whole story and thought it posted. I guess it didn't.
Well I spent about 20 some scouting days throughout the year looking for these things and I realized a few things.
1.) You can go days without seeing them. But when you do see them you see quite a few of them.
2.) Much of the good sheep country is landlocked in private land... they just loved M mountain and strawberry peak, which was tough for me to access.
3.) My 37 year old knees are probably more like 68 year old knees.
After I spent thanksgiving in california, I came back to ABQ and packed up all my gear and camped for about 4 days to do scouting before opening day. In the months prior to the hunt, I devoted my off time to studying sheep-- I was an amateur hunter that had only killed a javelina by this point. I read pretty much everything that Jack O'Connor had to write about sheep and every scholarly article I could get my hands on. I had these dreams that I would have all the animals inventoried long ahead of time, would have built my own dossier of all the sheep I was going to chase, use a bow, and come opening day I would be bivy camping a short distance away from the biggest ram in the units. In reality, I only saw a handful of sheep a few of those days. In my scouting session pre-opener I only saw sheep one day in those 4. I didn't see anything > 170 ish.
I started panicking a bit but I did a bit of soul searching and reminded myself that, i'm not a trophy hunter, i'm a meat hunter. I felt like there was a lot of competition for getting the biggest and it was really bothering me that I wasn't seeing these giant sheep that people had historically pulled out of the unit. I decided that I i need to keep my reasons for hunting pure and not let the rarity of the tag or the chatter about horn size get into my head too much. At that point I decided that I wanted to shoot something that I didn't want to be embarassed about but not to stress out too much about going after the biggest and the best and to seize the opportunity on a "passable" ram.
Opening day of the hunt me and my hunting partner (the gf- Annie) put ourselves on a range in a box canyon where I had seen a few rams. Glassed the whole day and didn't see anything. Annie is a great hunting partner with an amazing game eye... but she struggles with early mornings.
Second day - Go back to the same range and didnt see shit. Mid-morning I decide to check a few other areas where I had seen a group of ewes prior. I spotted a few rams on a ridge and realized that they are literally right off the highway. I wanted to take a closer look and also get on top of them. I got around them and managed to come down from the top and get within 20 yards of these rams. (Thats annie in the 4runner spotting me from below)
I looked at the biggest ram and I didn't feel like it was one I wanted to take, so I decided to snap the picture instead. The sheep totally busted me snapping the picture and started to get out of dodge. I had seconds to finalize my decision if I was going to shoot or not... so I decided to shoot. Off-hand, poor position... at no more than 75 yards. All the sheep run away, and my biggest fear is that I wounded it and will have to track this guy down. I look for a blood trail, fur, anything to give me an indicator that I hit this animal-- I find nothing. Annie is following the sheep as they are hightailing it miles away from me and she tells me that none of them are limping, looked in good health, and are likely laughing at me. Clean miss. I don't consider myself a bad marksman, but shit... this was humbling. Who misses a shot at 75 yards? Two months prior I nailed a bull elk offhand at 450 yards. I was questioning if I may had knocked my scope around. I'm also kicking myself because if I had my bow... that would be a bow kill I would be proud of. I take a few test shots and find that my rifle (actually, its Annie's rifle... she has a 300WM which is much lighter than my 300RUM) is shooting true and that I just messed up. A part of me is glad that it was a clean miss, but I was really questioning my marksmanship. I scrape up my ego and need to figure out what I'm going to do next. A friend of mine came down from Magdelena to help me glass and I'm grateful. We positioned ourselves on opposite sides of Polvadera and he tells me that he spots a couple of rams that he called "passable". I haul ass to what I think is the position he described. I find the sheep and position myself for a shot that I consider the closest I can get - 484 yards. Probably about 600 foot of that was vertical ascent. I look them over and tell myself - I'll take it.
I pull down the bipod on my rifle and place the bottom reticle on the shoulder of the "larger" ram, went through my mental checklist and squeeze the trigger.
My buddies set up their camera and captured the rest:
[video=youtube;CSxOjj9R7p4]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSxOjj9R7p4[/video]
Time slowed down for me in that moment. It took me a few seconds to re-find the downed ram in the riflescope but realized that the hunt was now over. I rolled over onto my back took a long breath, resisted the urge to puke from stress, picked up the rifle and made the long climb to look at the ram.
There aren't really words to describe what I was feeling-- but it was a combination of relief, catharsis, emptiness, and excitement.
Relief and catharsis because this had been so built up in my head for months and months that I was glad that it was over and I didn't have to stress out about harvesting or not-- what was done is done.
Emptiness because I knew that this once-in-a-lifetime hunt is over-- I would never be experiencing this again.
Excitement because well--- I just harvested a desert sheep
I'm very grateful for the opportunity that was given to me and I hope those that do this hunt after me have just as a profound experience as I have.
The best part of this whole experience is the people I've met along my journey-- from the guys at BHA, WSF, the wildlife biologists and the people I just happened to have passed by along the way. The stories and the laughs that we shared along the way will always mean infinitely more to me than the size of the horns.
That said, the ram did score 167 official.
And for those that are curious-- sheep tastes AMAZING.
My mom made pho with the long bones and it was the best pho i'd ever had.
I made frito pie chili for super bowl and my friends absolutely loved it
The backstraps are tough-- but tenderized they make a good chicken fried sheep
... and in good sheep hunter fashion-- the balls taste like-- well.. balls. They had the texture of a hot dog and just kind of absorbed whatever flavor you put them on. In my case, I was inspired by Steve Rinella and just used butter and garlic. Not bad!
The true treasure of this hunt isn't just the head that I have.. but really that I also get to feed my family and friends with this rare meat that few will ever taste.