So here is the not so readers digest version that'll fill in the missing details.
After my wife arrived on thursday night. We found her ram in the morning, checked out a couple more places and went back to camp. After she took a nap, we went out to a dry lake bed near the coglins to do a little shooting. There used to be indian camps in that area and that is where they made their arrow heads.
The whole lake bed was covered in obsidian chips.
We did a little shooting and she was shooting diamonds as always.
Ben showed up that night, we had talked on the phone before but never met in person until friday night. He is a total animal and was a great help on the hunt.
We bedded the rams and the excitement began to build. We got up a 4:30, made breakfast and were at the trailhead by a little after 5 am. My wife lost her breakfast, (apparently the baby was more a little more nervous about the hunt than she was) and we started the hike up, For an easy sheep unit, we chose the roughest piece of ground to hunt.
But she never complained and never stopped smiling the whole way up. I still could not be prouder of her or the effort she put in. She has way more heart and mental toughness than most of the men I know.
We started waiting at 9:00 for the shot opportunity on the rams and she missed at 10:00 am roughly. She was standing on her tippy toes on a ledge and the nerves got to her. Luckily the rams weren't scared. Looking back on that, jets do maneuvers over that country quite often I have heard sonic booms numerous times.
Jason and her crept closer and spent 30 minutes within 100 yards of the rams waiting for the shot. Jason forgot his shooting sticks so he had to get on his hands and knees have my wife shoot off his back. She made an excellent shot at around 12:00 with a 7mm-08 shooting 140 gr accubonds, after a 3 hour grueling wait on the mountain in temperatures that ranged between 35 and 80 degrees. (it was brutally cold and hot right after).
It impossible to describe the emotions when I found out the ram was dead, I am sure you could hear us yelling from 2 miles away. Ben and I immediately started are way up to the sheep, it was probably the steepest 300 yards I have ever climbed. She truly went to the top and earned her ram.
Then the work began and it truly set in how steep the country was and how tough it was to get down.
This is just a look at how steep the country truly was.
Here we are an hour on our way out as a group. It was tough, we all tried to take mommas pack, but there was no chance she would have none of it.
