Congrats on the ram!! I'd love to hear the whole story when you have time to write it up.
Sure.
I booked this trip in January of 2023. One of those things that seems so far off until it's not. Once it got close it came quick. I drive 2 hours up to Chicago on 8/23 and stayed the night as the parking was far cheaper. Sunday the 24th was a long travel day. One stop in Vancouver, then an Air North flight to Whitehorse. I got up there around dark that day. The following day was spent walking around town. I gave myself a day in case the airlines decided not to cooperate. Tuesday the 26th I was picked up by my outfitter and that was followed by a several hour drive to where we'd be flown in.
That afternoon we were flown into our first base camp and met the guides and the other two hunters who were heading out in the same area. We had dinner and got all of our things in order. That night we slept in some comfortable primitive cabins, which was a luxury. The following day was hunt day 1, but that was going to largely be spent on a horse. My guide was a 25 year old dude that was awesome guy. He was always working, be it on horses, camp, food, you name it. I don't know if I got paired with him because we had the same name, or because we were both the the youngest, or just by coincidence, but it was a good fit. We were to ride 3-4 hours and then spike camp in tents. The other two hunters went another direction to a spike camp that had some basic cabins. After I knocked the rust off of riding a horse, it was an awesome ride to our spike location. As we neared our camp, we had to pass through a drainage that required we walk the horses due to the steepness. At that point, Brandon the guide pointed out two sheep WAY up above our camp spot and on the next face. They were way up there in my opinion, but that's just the nature of the terrain. That's where we planned on going in the morning anyway, and it was a good start. I've done a lot of mountain hunting, but never in terrain so large and open, so the distances took some adjustment.
We spent the afternoon setting up camp and all that. I slept decent enough that first night. The next morning it was an awesome breakfast of bacon, eggs, and sausage and we set off. It would take a few hours to wrap around and go up the climbable side of the mountain. The camp side was all cliffs, so it was one big loop around and up. Since it was the first hike of the trip, and a pretty good one, my lungs and legs weren't broken in yet. I did fine, but I felt slow. I asked my guide if I was slow, average, or faster than most and he said I was faster, whether that was true or not! We finally got up to where the two rams were bedded the day prior and they were nowhere to be seen. We looped around the backside of the top we were on, thinking maybe they were on that side. They weren't there either. We sat down to glass and eat, and Brandon said he wanted to take a look back to where we'd come from. I kept eating and he went for a quick look. Not 10 minutes later he came back and said he found the sheep. I asked if they were stalkable, to which he replied, "*%#@ing-A, let's go." We went back to where he'd seen them and sure enough they were bedded on a little bench that we'd walked past earlier.
I'd say we were probably 1500 yards from them at this point. Far enough that they just looked like two little dots out there. To make it work we'd have to backtrack to try staying out of sight, so that's what we did. We got to a point to move closer, but the only path available would require we move in view of the sheep for a bit. They were still 1000+ yards away and we had a backdrop, so ideally we'd be ok. It was the only play. It was decided that we'd move down the face we were on one at a time. He'd move down, put the spotter on them to ensure they weren't alert, then I'd slide down. Rince and repeat until we got out of view. That plan worked, and once we were down to their level and out of sight we could move fast.
The finger the sheep(and us) were on had 3 distinct rock piles on the side. The sheep were bedded on the bench below the last. We crawled up on the first one and it was 487 yards. Brandon asked my thoughts on that distance. I CAN shoot that far, and I practice it, but I wouldn't mind if we were closer. We had a decent wind blowing at the sheep, which was the risk. But the assumption was the thermals coming from below the sheep would keep us clean. They were strong enough that you could throw grass off the edge and it would blow back up. We decided to attempt the second rock pile that would be about 150 yards closer. We belly crawl up cleanly and it's 346 yards from the unaware sheep. Much better.
I brought my RRS 2 series tripod on the trip. I'd removed the lower leg sections and capped them for weight savings. It doubled as my glassing tripod as well. I can shoot of a pack just fine, but if the situation allowed for it, I was putting the 6 creedmoor on the tripod. I had it set for prone from this position and it was absolutely rock solid. The larger ram was clearly legal and very mature. He was bedded quartering to us. I had my crosshairs right on his chest but the obvious play was to wait for him to stand. This went on for what seemed like forever, but it was probably 20-30 minutes. We just laid there BSing and taking turns looking through the scope and spotter. Brandon asked if I was good, and honestly I was as calm as I've ever been in a shooting situation. I felt extremely locked in. Finally the ram stands up, perfectly broadside right to left. I let the first shot go and was told it was a hit, but I didn't see where. The ram turned and trotted 10 yards closer, now facing me, so I instinctively reloaded and shot again. This one went straight in through the chest and stoned him dead right there. I could see blood coming from the initial shot and it too was a perfect shot, right in the lungs.
Immediately we did the high fives and back slaps. It was an awesome experience to share with someone that was so passionate about sheep and hunting in general. We made our way to the ram and I was glad I'd fired again. Had he bailed off the side it would have still been retrievable, but it woulda have sucked more than it was already going to suck! We took all the pictures and cut the sheep up. I took the head/cape and about a 1/3 of the boned out meat. We decided to go back the way we came, and having packed many other animals I knew it was going to be rough. Sure enough it was. We had to go a few hundred feet up before going down. I knew the downhill with a loaded up pack would be the worst and that proved true. Brandon the guide was always 100 yards in front of me, wearing jeans, no trekking poles, just flying. But I kept a good enough pace. I ran out of water about halfway back and knew I was getting dehydrated. When I finally got the bottom the first thing I did was fill my bottle, chug the whole thing, then fill up another. We'd set out that morning at 8:00am and I think I coasted into camp, 30 minutes later than the guide, around 9:30pm. Totally wiped. We hate some of the sheep(which was awesome) and sleep was easy that night.
The next day was a rest day. My legs were so smoked that I could barely put pressure on my quads from the tenderness. It was a full 4 days before they felt normal. The following day we packed up and rode 3 hours to another base camp with some cabins and decent amenities. The following day the other two hunters and guides were coming to this camp too. They'd killed a sheep and were still working on finding another. The day after that we went for a long and gnarly ride to look for caribou since I had a tag. It was dry and way too hot and none were seen. I decided at this point that I'd probably leave early if it could be arranged. Both kids have elk tags later this fall so I took the win and decided it was better for me and the family that I get home 6 days early. So me and one of the other hunters agreed to split a plane ride to save money and he'd leave a little early too.
The next day was spent getting the sheep plugged, meat put in a freezer until the next day when I'd fly it home(we'd put it in a small freezer with a generator on the mountain), and just hanging around town. After a long day of airport sitting on 9/3, I finally pulled in the driveway around 3AM on 9/4. So 12 days round trip. Despite getting the sheep pretty early I still got to spend a lot of time in the mountains and learned a lot and made some new friends. Good times all around. Oh, and it didn't rain a drop. That was some luck as well.