A good friend of mine is down from North Dakota working for a couple of months. I had planned to take him hog hunting but A blown motor in my 6 wheeler has left me with empty feeders.
We decided to make a trip up to Ricky Hunt's ranch to try to get him a Sheep.
After a visit with Ricky we learned the Sheep were not coming to the feeders with all the new greens to eat. The plan was made for us to be dropped off on a ridge where we could do some glassing and pick Dean out a Sheep.
After spotting a good Corsican we split up with Dean heading for the woods and myself cutting a wide circle around in hopes of pushing the Ram into the creek bottom where hopefully Dean could injun up on him. I was just there to help.
BUT then I spotted a super looking Catalina, feeding in a low spot behind a pond. I have had a standing kill on sight order from my wife ever since She saw one mounted at the LSBA convention last year. Dropping my extra gear I started duck walking towards the Ram using a 2 foot high brim as cover. Once inside about 50 yards it was not high enough so I started crawling, sliding my bow ahead of me. I was about 30 yards away when I saw his horns coming over the rise. I dropped down flat on the ground. He must have heard me as he stood for several minutes looking around the open field. It was funny, I was laying flat out in the wet grass when I noticed, " That is a really pretty bow" Wet from the dew the Bocote PSA was breath taking. Laying there with the warm spring sun on my back, An unsuspecting critter 30 yards away. I was in heaven. Once the Ram dropped back over the hump, I slid another 10 yards and readied a arrow.
Rocking back on my knees and drawing my bow in one motion, I was in full auto pilot. The Ram spotted me as I was coming up and ran 10 or 15 yards left to right before stopping to see what the commotion was about. It proved to be a bad decision on his part as I watched the big 5-1/2 inch feathers streak across the 30 yards and disappear into his chest. The big 1-7/8" German Kinetic head was more than he could bare and after a 50 yard half circle he piled up.
Moving on up the hill I had the good fortune to watch Dean put the smack down on a fine looking Corsican.
It was a GOOD day.