On the final weekend, I caught up to a big band of ewes with several rams tagging along. I got myself in position above them and could see them bedded in the open. I could hear what sounded like a cough immediately below me - we’re talking inside 30 yards. I figured I had better get ready and before I could even get an arrow on the string, out stepped an ewe. And then another. And then another. As they fed toward me inside 15 yards, a ram arrived. By the time the ewes stopped staring my direction, I had no shot. This happened a few more times and just like that, the chance of shooting a sheep walked out of my life.
All told, I was blessed to hike about 100 miles in some of the most beautiful country you could ever ask for. I got several stalks on sheep, got into stickbow range twice and had an opportunity at a ram most of us will only ever dream of. While I spent a lot of time alone over the 21 total days I hunted, I also met some gracious people who went out of their way to help me. I didn’t fulfill my dream of taking a sheep with my recurve, but I got an experience far richer than I could have ever imagined.