Hello fellow Roksliders. I have an article published in the recently released Wild Sheep magazine V12 issue 4.
I’m looking for a couple copies, used not a problem and willing to pay shipping to my house in CO when you are done with it. Unfortunatly WSF could only give me 1 copy. Thanks for...
I'm humbled by all the great feedback on my write up. Thanks again for following along. Here's a picture of my euro mount, I'm thrilled with it and a day doesn't go by that I don't pick it up in admiration
Also, I’ve gotten some DM’s on gear etc..https://lighterpack.com/r/iaoz9l
Also, I have a bunch of lead up story’s on my instagram. I’m always looking to gain more followers that are hunters @j3butch
Thank you to all that stuck around for my story. I owe a lot to the ROKSLIDE community. I’ve bought and sold items on the classifieds, researched gear, tactics and hunts. I really appreciate the supportive nature of the group and especially the sheep page.
Reflection on the Journey
In the end, I felt an incredible sense of accomplishment and, with that, relief to have completed what I set out to do. Yes, I got my ram, but in the end, I got so much more—more than I ever knew was possible. I tested my mental stamina, overcame fears, and kept my...
I was already unslinging my pack and positioning myself prone on the steep mountainside. I had enough wits to put in my right ear plug, leaving out my left so I could quietly communicate with Don. He confirmed that our old ram was the furthest left, at 166 yards. I chambered a round and steadied...
The Moment of Truth
The morning of August 6 I stumbled out of my tent, and found Don already kitted up and finalizing his pack for the day’s adventure. By the look on his face, I knew I needed to get myself together quickly. After downing half a cup of coffee, I caught up with him, and he laid...
The Challenges of the Hunt
The next morning, August 4, started with a short hike across our valley to ensure the rams hadn’t moved to our side while we slept. Once cleared, we worked our way to where we had left them the night before. We took it slow, glassing along the way, as the sheep could...
The Hunt Begins
The morning of August 3, we were out of camp by 7 am after a quick breakfast and coffee. We ascended just shy of 1,000 feet and slowly crept over the saddle where we expected to find the rams in the valley below. But there was nothing. We glassed for a bit and then contoured...