Thank you all for the kind words. I hope this helps someone, someday. It is fulfilling to share the ups and downs.
As I said earlier, I don’t do many guided hunts. If I don’t draw something interesting out west, I just go to Alaska and hunt something other than sheep, goat, or big bears. It’s not that I don’t like guides, but even on my brown bear hunt, I always felt I would have been better off by myself.
This hunt was completely different. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I would have failed miserably without Exclusive Pursuit Outfitters and my guide and co-owner Craig Steele. The guy is as smart and determined as I’ve ever seen. He and Lee know how precious these sheep and the once in a lifetime tag that goes with them are. I’ve never seen such dedication and relentless pursuit in all my days. They treat it as an honor that you put your trust in them. I cannot recommend them highly enough. I assume their elk, deer, and antelope hunts are similar. Craig pushed my buttons and got the most out of me and I truly felt an integral part of the hunt, not just a dude; a trigger puller. I could not spend the rest of my life looking at that ram if that is all I was and he knew that. And I appreciate that more than I can convey.
Craig is like 6-4, 180# and quite the athlete…NOBODY is going to keep up with that in the mountains. I did my best and while he pushed me to my very limits, he took great care of me too.
After we got the ram down we knew we were in a little bit of trouble. We were more than 6 miles back and both of us were already out of water hours earlier. We did not take his normal professional time with the trophy photos. Then both of us made quick work of the skinning and boning. Finally we divvied up our gear and Lefty and started the long miserable pack out. All I needed to do was make it back to an old mining road by dark and I would be able to follow that back by headlamp. He made sure I got to that point and then hit the afterburners. He got to the truck, moved it to a closer position for our route out of the wilderness and met me back on the way out with some water and Body Armor. I was in 4 wheel low at that point just blindly putting one foot in front of the other and using those wonderful trekking poles to keep me upright. We drank like fiends! We made it back to camp about 10 pm and we were wrecked but so satisfied.