Talk about time to back up and punt… I made the decision to make a fast round trip out to the truck and get a rifle, my pack frame and lots of rope to hopefully salvage my ram. Silas stayed to watch where the ram had disappeared and reported seeing nothing when I got back. I slipped out to the edge of the cliffs and noticed a small ledge that ran about 15’ below the rim. Below this there was a shear 200’ drop to another ledge then another 200’ drop to the water. After thirty minutes of searching I was just sick and sure the ram had fallen. If this was the case he was pretty much gone but I decided to make one last search to the north. I couldn’t imagine him going back that direction but had looked everywhere else. After a couple hundred yards I stepped onto a big rock to peer over the edge and there he lay tucked into a narrow corner. It was pretty apparent this was his final resting place but I wasn’t taking any chances and shot him in the neck before climbing down as quickly as I could to get my hands on him, one kick and it could have been a 200’ fall, at least.
To say I was elated is a huge understatement. After all the highs and lows in the past two months you just can’t imagine what I was feeling finally running my hands thru the hair and over the horns of this ram….
The arrow had entered between the 1st and 2nd ribs, 8” up and angled forward to exit between the 6th and 7th ribs so I’m certain the rifle shot was un-necessary. I know some folks will be pretty disappointed with me ending this story with a gunshot but like I said at the time I wasn’t taking any chances and was tickled to death being able to retrieve this beautiful ram.
Here is a look at his final resting place.
He’s no monster but like I said I’m tickled with him and he’ll sure have a place of honor on my wall.
Thanks for going along on my hunt and I sure hope you enjoyed hearing about it as much as I enjoyed reliving it here.