Well there were supposed to be pics from a couple of other hunters; but nothing yet. So in the meantime let me tell you the story of my Ram.
I had been chasing Goats and Sheep for the better part of two days and unable to get close to anything resembling hunting distance. These guys have eyesight like an Elk, and very good hearing too.
Several times the Goats passed near a tree stand in their comings and goings, so about 4 PM on the second day I climbed in for a wait. I am normally a ground hunter, and sitting there enjoying the quiet serenade; I promptly fell asleep. I awoke quite a time later and saw 3 beautiful Angoras milling about, so I pinched myself a couple of times, and then quietly nocked an arrow. It was simply a matter of waiting for the perfect broadside shot on my chosen animal-and of course that was the biggest Ram with the best rack. Less than 5 minutes from the time I woke up, I was at full draw on the Ram pointing at my imaginary spot. Whap! The arrow disappeared into the unsuspecting critter and he leisurely wandered away spraying bubbly blood down both sides, much of it soaking into the long fur and plenty lining his path as well. There was no point in nocking a second arrow. Everything had happened with so little fanfare the other two Goats just continued looking for weeds and branches to munch on; every now and then looking in the direction of their companion. Their companion by now had fallen into a small dry ditch-stone dead. All pretty simple really. The Ram will become a European mount, 100 lbs of sausage, a couple of roasts and many fond memories.