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Tuchodi Stone Sheep
EDITED SEPT 16:
There are two stories of Stone Sheep hunts on this thread, both with Thuchodi and both bow hunts. The first starts with posts from me on Sept 6. The second story is posted by KTH beginning on Sept 16 and is somewhat of a continuation of the first hunt since Kyle hunted the same general area and rams that I hunted. I appreciate his willingness to share his story following mine.
Here's my first post:
Sitting in a bar in Vancouver sipping a beer and on my way. All bags arrived with me from Reno. I fly to Fort Nelson tomorrow AND just got an email that Larry Warren will be taking me into base camp a day early so I should leave base camp Friday AM, pack into sheep camp and be glassing for rams Friday afternoon. Does is get any better than this!?!?!?
Bow is dialed, I'm shooting better than I ever thought possible, dropped 15# training for this, healthy as can be and can't think of anything I didn't do to get ready, plus my wife still loves me (I think!).
More to follow after September 1st......
Awesome. Good luck and I'll be looking towards to your next post.
Best of luck! Life is good!
Goodluck and enjoy every minute of it! Mike
I've heard good things about that outfit.
Kill (not "harvest") a Booner!
Good luck. Dream hunt there, soak it all in whether you kill or not!
I shot my stone in 2010 with Tuchodi River, good luck!
Looking forward to your post-hunt summary.......
Be sure to include photos!!
Go get em. Can't wait for the story. Good luck!
Good luck and will be waiting for pics!
Stay calm, pick a spot, and good luck!
Can't wait for the report back.
Good luck. Look forward to pics and story.
Scott, A big memory maker of an adventure en route! You have trained with great focus and are ready to rock! We look forward to pics of your stone ram!
The only thing better would be they had good beer up there. Good luck and have the time of your life!
Now, go have a great adventure and share every detail when your return for an even better beer.
Look forward to the story and photos
Saaaaweeeeet! Can't wait for the details!
Have a great time. Best of luck and enjoy every minute!
Wishing you the best of a great adventure and hunting luck!
Enjoy, be safe buddy!
Good luck, Robb
Good luck I hunted there when Ross Peck was the outfitter , Enjoy
GOOD LUCK. Good Area, great people. You are going to have fun. NEVER NEVER NEVER QUIT!
Good luck! Looking forward to the pictures.
Best of luck! Take lots of pics.
Thanks for the words of encouragement. I promise to post a good story with lots of pictures when I get back. This will be bow only and will be a great time, successful or not. I might even get it done early and have an opportunity for goat and/or elk.
Scott you will get it done. They can get you into bow range. Do you know who will be guiding you? Tell everybody that I said hi.
Good luck and like already stated post pictures and story!
Larry says hi back. I'll be hunting with Lawson.
About ready to head up river so my next post will be 2 weeks or so.
Good Luck and have a blast!
Good Luck and have a blast!
Back in base camp after the most amazing hunt of my life. It'll be a few more days before I'm back at home and a few more days after that before I start posting the story.
You holdin' out on me, my friend? lol
Can't wait to hear the story!
Cant wait Scott! Safe travels :)
Excellent. Look forward to it!
Time is of the essence, get home safely and get that story on here!
Scott's playing with me! He e-mailed me and taunted me for asking how he did.
He must have tagged out, otherwise he probably wouldn't have said it was the most amazing hunt of his life.
Good luck, Robb
Very interested, headed to Tuchodi next august.
good luck.. Hope to see some pics soon
Following is the story of my August 2014 hunt for Stone Sheep with Tuchodi River Outfitters. I’ve got some ground work to lay prior to the hunting story so please be patient since it’s important to me to tell this part of the story.
BOOKING THE HUNT
Up until December 2011 I’d never given hunting Stone Sheep much thought. But after taking a great Dall’s ram in August 2010 with Ramhead in the NWT and a B&C Desert on a draw tag in my home state of Nevada in December 2011 (both with rifles, more on that later) I seriously began considering a hunt for Stone’s. The thought continued to brew in the back of my mind until January 2013 when I got real serious about booking this hunt. Fortunately both the SCI and WSF conventions would be held in Reno in January 2013 which gave me an opportunity to talk to nearly every Stone Sheep outfitter from B.C. I made a list of those that had come up in my light research over that past year and spent two days at SCI talking to all of them. I eliminated those who had never taken a bow hunter and many simply told me they didn’t take bow hunters. A few, such as Big 9 at $45,000, were simply out of my price range. After SCI I had the list down to three: Tuchodi, Stone Mountain (just north of Tuchodi) and BC Safaris (in large part due to a recommendation by Tony Mudd who lives a few miles from me). After checking references and talking to all three once again at WSF, a week after SCI, I decided to book with Larry Warren of Tuchodi River Outfitters. I booked the 2nd hunt of the season since goat, moose and elk would be open and I’d have a chance for a second and third animal if things worked out.
CURING TARGET PANIC:
I developed target panic about 15 – 20 years ago while shooting traditional and along with the fact I’m pretty much a self taught archer I also had some real bad form errors. With help I cleaned up the form errors and beat target panic with the trad bows last year but I still had problems with flinching and not being able to hold on target while shooting pins and a release. In October 2013 I simply wasn’t confident in being able to hold it together on a Stone ram and I placed a call to Larry at Tuchodi to discuss rebooking for late September for a combo rifle sheep hunt and archery rut moose hunt. Larry couldn’t rearrange his schedule so I was stuck with the August dates. I had a December mule deer tag close to home and continued to work on my shooting. Although I was getting better I still was only to shoot about 80% of my arrows accurately at 80+ yards, target panic and punching being the reason why. I knew I had to fix this but I wasn’t sure how. I’d tried reading nearly every book but I read about “Idiot Proof Archery” by Bernie Pellerite and ordered it in February 2014. After reading about three chapters it was obvious this guy really knows his stuff so I decided to follow his teachings to the letter. As mentioned I’d cleaned up most of my form issues and his writings confirmed that. When I got to the section about target panic I couldn’t believe how perfectly he described my shooting problems. The cure? A surprise release! I worked on this for about a week before I finally had a “surprise release” and when it happened I thought I’d broken my bow then it dawned on me, “This is what’s suppose to happen!” I continued with the program for another eight weeks and finally began shooting spots in April. The real test would be a wild boar hunt in California in April. I nearly had a 20 yard shot at a big boar but due to low light I couldn’t tell if I was looking at his chest or neck. The cool thing was I wasn’t nervous at all.
Been looking forward to this!
With target panic behind me I began working on accuracy and confidence. One of the things Bernie suggests in his book is to write down goals on 3x5 cards and read them several times each day for a few months. Eventually they’ll become engrained in the subconscious and you’ll actually believe you can achieve them. The pictures reflect what I wrote.
The picture is a group I shot in late June; 3 from 100 yards, 3 from 90, 3 from 80. At that time I wasn’t able to do this consistently but with August approaching my groups got a little tighter and I was able to shoot groups like this and better with regularity. I shot 3D tournaments around Reno during the summer and placed in the top 3 in most. At the last 3D league I was two arrows from perfect on our 20 target shoot. In mid-July I began practicing steep uphill, downhill and sidehill shots using my Rinehart Stone target on nearly a daily basis. This shooting really taught me to pay attention to my bubble. (More on this later!)
This surprise release was really working!!!!!!!!
I tune my own bows and finally figured out how to do it right last year. With the surprise release and torque free grip I found tuning my Carbon Spyder 34 really easy and had nearly zero cam lean induced to get a perfect tune. Here’s a picture of a 100 yard shot with my set up that included a 125 grain Slick Trick. A few of the poorer shots were the result of shooting long range FBBH in high cross winds. These and other like them convinced me to carry of couple of Ulmer Edge expandable heads in my quiver if I needed to take a shot in the wind.
I stay in pretty good shape year round but obviously needed to be in better shape. Not to go into much detail here but my training consisted of 4 – 5 days of gym work (I’d get up a 4:00 AM and do this before work) and 1 – 3 days of hiking. Starting 6 weeks out, one time each week, I’d do a 10 – 15 mile hike in the Sierra’s at 8,000 to 11,000 feet with a 60# pack. The first one of these was not fun at all but the last was pretty easy. I also hired a personal trainer and he taught me stuff that put my body through things I didn’t know were possible. This core training really paid off during the hunt when doing things like “spider crawling” across slides during a stalk.
When it was all said and done I’d dropped 15 or so pounds and my blood pressure had gone from 150/90 to 110/68!
When I trained for my Dall hunt in 2010 my best time climbing a 700 foot high, 20 to 30 degree, hill outside my garage was around 20 minutes. I was in good shape then but now at 49 years old I was able to make it up this hill in under 13 minutes. Now I’m in sheep shape!!!
BRING A RIFLE?!?!?
No way!!!! My last two sheep hunts had ended by pulling out a rifle. I didn’t realize it at the time but much of this had to do with a lack of confidence in my shooting. With the work I’d put in at the gym, hiking and especially my shooting I was going to hunt until the last minute with a bow on this hunt.
THE HUNT BEGINS!!!
For work and otherwise I’ve traveled to every continent, except Antarctica, over the past decade and I’ve never had a trip go this smooth. I was through Canadian immigration is less than 10 minutes, my bags arrived and I got upgraded to a suite at my hotel in Vancouver for now charge. We arrived into Fort Nelson I during the trip I met two other hunters who were hunting Stones with Stone Mountain Safaris. When I was traveling back I got a text from Joe and found out he had the same guide, Scott, that I had during my 2010 hunt with Ramhead. Unfortunately he wasn’t able to find a legal ram but his friend, Joe, took both a Stone and a Mt. Goat on his hunt.
Lori Warren had emailed me on the way up to let me know we’d be heading in a day early so I canceled my hotel reservations in Ft. Nelson (no charge, did I mention how good the trip was going???) and met Larry at the hotel. He’d be taking us into base camp via a 3 hour jet boat ride. Here are some pictures from that trip.
I thought we might be taken into spike camp a day early but that wouldn’t be the case so the other hunter, Dale from Nova Scotia, and I spent the day relaxing around camp and shooting my bow and his rifle. I was told my guide would be Lawson Peterson who has guided at least one other Bowsiter (Madtrapper) and won B.C. guide of the year in 2005. Lawson had been with Tuchodi for more than a decade and prior to that he worked for Arctic Red River Outfitters in the McKenzie Mountains in the NWT guiding Dall Sheep. With 19 years of sheep hunting experience and many of the references I called telling me to be sure to get Lawson, I figured I was in good hands. The next morning we began packing up to head into spike camp which was a 5 to 6 hour ride.
I hate riding horses….
A few pictures of base camp, Lori Warren and the ride into spike camp follow.
Lori and the Dale's backside.
Packing up the string....
Taking a break at the half way point with Lawson and the wrangler, Parker.
We made it to spike camp without incident and shortly thereafter got visited by this small Mountain Caribou bull. We’d picked this camp because the last hunter, who was an unsuccessful bow hunter, and guide had seen a bunch of sheep one canyon over and the guide was sure there was a legal ram or two in the bunch.
I’ll refer to as “Caribou Canyon/Camp”, because Parker mentioned this little guy had visited them nearly daily on the last hunt.
Been waiting for this report'! Keep it coming.
The next day we started our hike into “Bear Canyon” to see if we could find the rams the other hunter hadn’t been able to get to. Before we would make it through the pass Lawson spotted an immature, 7 year old, ¾ curl, ram on the skyline. On to plan B. We went straight up the mountain 1,000+ vertical feet (might've more...). This is the view looking back at our little spike camp from the ridge between Caribou Canyon and "Bear Creek". The 8 horses are at a lake up a hill to the left of the picture. You can see a couple of them at the lake if you look carefully. It was the perfect spot to camp except the fact the wind blew hard and we had no protection from the rain and wind.
I named this canyon Bear Canyon because we saw bears in it nearly every time we hunted or passed through it. I saw a black bear cub the first day, the cub and it’s momma a few days later (see pictures below) and a grizzly feeding on blue berries.
Lawson crawled around on top looking down into different areas at the head of Bear Creek while I glass faraway places. I spotted a ram a few miles off with my 10x binos and got my spotter on him but we weren’t able to tell if he was legal. No matter, he was in a place that was nearly impossible to get to.
Not seeing anything but ewes and lambs in Bear Creek we decided to take a look into “Cave Creek”. (I’ve renamed all the creeks based on my limited time there to protect Tuchodi’s secret spots…). This involved a hike along a knife edge ridge and then we had to scale the “Black Wall of Death”.
We made it up and over the Black Wall of Death and got a look into “Cave Creek”. Lawson quickly spotted 6 rams, along with a real dark ram that appeared to heavier and older. At several miles out and with the wind blowing hard we simply couldn’t tell if the ram was legal but he appeared to be. After watching him for a few hours and deciding there was no effective way to hunt him from our current spike camp location we decided we’d pack up camp the next morning a move to the lower end of “Cave Creek”. We probably could’ve made it to the ram’s location in a day but that would’ve involved a 3,000 foot ascent, the same decent and a five mile hike through thick brush and trees to get close to the rams. By then there’d be no day light left. We discussed backpacking into the canyon but we weren’t equipped for that and quickly ruled it out. Lawson, nor anyone else from Tuchodi for that matter, had ever hunted Cave Creek before due to the remoteness of the canyon and the difficult, if not impossible task, of getting a string of horses into it. I told Lawson it was his call but I also reinforced that even a Stone Sheep wasn’t worth losing a horse over (even though I don’t like horses I was growing fond of Tuchodi’s…). In any case it was time to head back to our little spike camp.
On the way back we had to cross the Black Wall of Death and descend another 1,500 or so feet to spike camp. My right knee, which has been giving me trouble for the past several years, was already acting funny. If I kneeled down and sat on my heels my knee would lock then pop really loud and hurt when I extended it. I figured I just wouldn’t kneel and sit on my heels the rest of the hunt unless I needed to do that to shoot.
Lawson crossing the Black Wall of Death on the way back to spike camp; it’s way steeper than it looks! You can nearly see our spike camp to the right of the black rock area at the middle, right of the picture.
I kept up with him throughout the hunt except when we crossed rock slides. He liked to get about 50 yards ahead during long hikes then we’d keep an even pace. This was fine with me since I like to think random thoughts while hiking and I suspect he was the same. He's 38 while I'm 49 so my training was paying off. That said there's no way I could've done the back to back to back to back hunts these guides do. They truly amaze me!
He’s about 6’1” and 170 while I’m 6’5” and 230 which is the reason he blew me away on the slides; that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!!! Throughout the trip and on a couple of stalks, he’d step on rocks that would hold him just fine, and then I’d step on the same rocks and nearly start an avalanche.
On the way back to spike camp we spotted these three immature rams that we’d somehow missed on the way up. At this point I was just figuring out digiscoping. This was one of those things I intended to practice prior to leaving but with work, working out and shooting I just didn’t have time. My setup included an 82mm Leica 25x50 with a Sony RXII camera that I attached to the scope with a homemade adapter made out of black ABS sewer pipe connectors. I’d read a thread about using manual camera settings on the way up but found that didn’t work at all with my setup. While taking these pictures I found a auto setting that produced good results but focusing the image would prove to be difficult throughout the hunt. These images were taken at about 700 yards. The pics got better throughout the hunt (the bear pics were taken a few days after these).
We packed up our five pack horses and saddled the other three and made it over the pass. Just after crossing through and starting down the other side on foot Lawson stopped the string. He’d spotted the three little rams from the pics above plus a legal ram. Yeah baby, the hunt is on!!! Fortunately the rams hadn’t spotted Lawson nor the horse or two that we’d quickly taken back behind the ridge. This ram was everything I’d thought of when dreaming of pretty Stone Rams. Although he was young, he was dark in the body, had a white neck and head and twisty horns that seemed to go on forever. Both Lawson and I knew we were looking at an great archery trophy. He looked huge but after a little evaluation it was obvious he was a young ram with a really tight curl. We figured him at 7 years and 36” but might’ve underestimated his length by an inch or so. We named him Twister but I’ve renamed him “Pretty Boy” in honor of his beauty and a Desert Bighorn ram my buddies at Hide n Seek outfitters in Southern Nevada had killed a couple of years ago.
Although the ram was within easy rifle range he was with three young rams and surrounded by ewes and lambs and wasn’t really in a good spot for a bow stalk but we quickly decided he was worth hunting so I stayed and watched the sheep while Parker led the string back to our original location and reset our camp.
Following are some pictures of Pretty Boy.
These pics were taken the morning of day 5, day 4 was nasty.
Rain delay…. I slept and read much of the day away while Lawson and Parker took some horses to tree line to cut firewood. When they got back Lawson put up a tarp next to a small cliff for a cooking area. This proved to be real nice since we had absolutely no shelter in this canyon except the little back pack tents. I told Lawson I was helping by staying out of the way and he thanked me for this. No really, he did!!!
One of the reasons I booked with Tuchodi is because they did the traditional horseback hunt that’s so intertwined with hunting Stone’s. Included in their hunt is real food! We at fresh eggs and bacon every morning, sandwiches and apples for lunch and ate game meat the first 5 or 6 nights along with potatoes, pasta, etc. After that we ate home cooked and canned meats such as moose stroganoff that Lori and Lawson’s wife, Romy, prepared in base camp. I’ve mountain hunted for 30 years and I really don’t like a diet consisting of freeze dried, oatmeal and Cliff bars. We at like kings and ate a ton but in spite of the good food I still lost another 5 or so pounds during the hunt.
Another pic from day 5... Our little camp area was somewhat clear but other than that it was still too cloudy/foggy to hunt at this time but we'd start that soon enough and it's about to get good!!!
It rained most of the night and we woke to rain and fog. The guys were at the tarp shelter with coffee ready and I made my way up there, ate breakfast and hung out waiting for the weather to clear. We had a small break so I grabbed my bow and took a cold 70 yard practice shot at the 12”x12”x2” ethafoam target I’d (the horses to be exact) packed in. I hit nearly dead center, following it up with two from 60 and two from 50 with similar results. I was now down to three practice arrows since I’d stripped fletches on two but my confidence was intact. About 11:00 the weather finally cleared and Lawson and I headed out to find Pretty Boy.
We made our way up and over the pass. I didn’t mention it but at this point in the hunt we weren’t using the horses other than to pack camp and gather fire wood from a few miles down canyon so all hunting had been done on foot. After glassing the canyon for a few hours, Lawson found Pretty Boy bedded a mile or two down canyon about halfway up the left side. We watch him get up and feed for a while then disappear in a gully and not come out. Figuring he’d bedded again we headed that way. The blind stalk involved sidehilling on a really steep sidehill covered with nothing other than shale, hard pack dirt and cliffs. Not my idea of fun to say the least. We were about 1,000 feet above the canyon floor and one slip would result in a quick trip to the bottom. I love this stuff!!! After about 3 hours of sidehilling Lawson spotted Pretty Boy bedded just in front of us. We ranged him at 130 yards. I told Lawson, “I have a 130 yard pin”. I really did; my Tommy Hogg tape goes to 150 but at 135 the sight ring gets in the way of the fletching. I’d shot with accuracy on 70% of my shots to 120 and nearly killed a jack rabbit at 130 but he heard the arrow coming and took off before it got there. That said there’s no way I was taking a 130 shot and we had no way of closing the distance to my comfort range of 60 yards or under. Moments later Pretty Boy got up and began feeding toward us so we began moving toward him when his head was down. After moving through cliffs and breaking loose big rocks that tumbled down hill we were getting closer. Remember I wrote about stepping on rocks that Lawson had just stepped one? Well I did this again on this stalk and broke two bowling ball sized rocks free that careened down hill less than 80 yards from the ram but it didn’t bother him a bit.
Lawson had an older Leica range finder while I have a Nikon that has angle compensation. After a careful stalk we’d moved into 62 yards line of sight (LOS) and 40 yards angle adjusted (AA). I was willing to take the shot, got set up but simply couldn’t get my body position right to feel comfortable with a long shot at such a steep angle. One foot was on a rock that was wobbling back and forth while my back foot was in a spot that caused me to be shooting with a severely closed stance. There was no way I was taking this shot and by the time I got my body moved around the ram had moved and was facing away.
Because we were nearly directly above him and he was feeding he hadn’t seen us yet and we thought we’d be able to get closer and we did. Now we’re at 50 yards (LOS), 35 angle adjusted with a beautiful Stone Ram and I’m thinking to myself, “Holy xxxx, this is going to happen!!!!”.
Day 5 continued:
I began to move into shooting position and got busted. By his body language I knew it was coming and was able to get somewhat comfortable but after 10 minutes my arm shifted on my bow a bit and it got really uncomfortable. Another 10 minutes and my left arm and right leg started shaking and my right leg was close to cramping. Luckily he decided we were just a rock and went back to feeding. I wanted to shoot from my knees but it was so steep there was no way the arrow would clear the rocks at my knees so I stood up and came to full draw. When I stood he saw me but it was too late, I was at full draw on a Stone Ram and into my shot! I pinned him at 35 yards (50 true LOS) and began to aim. Just then I noticed my bubble was way off center due to the fact I was not only shooting straight down hill but also on a steep side hill. I got this corrected, got back into the shot, put pre-tension on the trigger, started to aim at a little spot high on his crease and began back tension (“started my motor” as Bernie calls it in his book).
In the picture below you can see where I was (the star) and where Pretty Boy (the oval) was just before the shot. The spot I was standing dropped off 100+ feet in three directions about 2 feet from my feet. On our stalk we’d come down from the right.
My shot normally goes off in 2 - 3 seconds from when I start back tension so I continued to concentrate on the spot and let muscle memory do the rest. I couldn't believe how calm I was, I just knew I had a dead ram standing in front of me! Squeeze, aim, back tension, here it comes.....
Yeah baby, shot away, dead ram walking, come on arrow get there, it's only 35 yards.... Wait it's 50 that's why it's taking so long.... Come on arrow show up in that spot I'm concentrating on... Here it comes.... Man that shot felt perfect, bow fell straight away, no torque, great follow through. All that practice and reading the 3x5 cards really paid off…. Come on arrow, connect baby…..
I can't believe all the thoughts running through my head after the arrow left the bow. It's amazing how time nearly stops in these situations isn't it?
I heard the arrow hit the rocks beyond Pretty Boy but I was wondering why I hadn’t seen it go into the spot I was focused on. Lawson said something that I thought was, “High”, but that didn’t make sense because the shot felt so good but I knew I’d missed just not where. The ram went to 60 and stopped broadside, then to 65 then to 70. I wasn’t shook up a bit but not knowing what had just happened I wasn’t going to take another challenging shot at the edge of my ability. Pretty Boy stood head on at 70 for at least a minute staring us down and finally walked off. I looked at Lawson and said, “Where’d I hit?”
He replied, “6” behind him.”
Now it started making sense. When shooting on steep side hills about 1 out of 10 of my shots would be about 3” to 5” into the hill at longer ranges of 50 – 70 yards. I’d level my bow but during the shot I sometimes cant it into hill just a bit. I apparently did this during this shot which accounted for some of the miss. After thinking about for a minute and talking it over with Lawson I remembered Pretty Boy started moving to the left a split second before the shot went off. Along with all the thoughts I posted above, just before the shot went off, I remember thinking, “He’s moving, let down,” but I was already deep into the shot and it went off a split second later. He probably took 2 or 3 full steps from the time the arrow left the bow until it traveled the 50 yards and it sailed harmlessly 6” behind him but at the perfect elevation. I’d had this happen on a cow elk in Oregon at 45 yards and I hit about 12” behind her so the miss started to make sense. I told myself later that I’d let down or wait for the ram to stop next time.
Lawson asked if I was okay and I told him it was all good. I’d executed a nearly perfect shot and stayed calm. There was always a question in the back of my mind whether or not I’d be able to keep it together and with the question answered I was even more confident than ever that a Stone ram was going to take a dirt nap before the hunt was over, plus we had around 10 days to hunt. I told Lawson, “Look at the bright side; we’re still hunting Stone Sheep!”
Amazingly, Pretty Boy didn’t seem spooked and only walked a short distance before he went back to feeding. I think I mentioned he was a young ram. Just what I needed, a young, dumb, pretty ram! We briefly discussed putting another stalk on him but decided to give him a day to relax and we headed back to camp. It was a couple hours away and it was getting late. On the way out we glassed back and found him feeding contently only 150 yards away from where I’d missed.
Oops, after reviewing my notes I got my days mixed up. Day 4 wasn’t the rain day, it was actually day 6. This was good since it gave Pretty Boy an extra day to forget about us. So on day 6, I slept and read while the guys cut firewood and so on…
We woke to fog and rain which began to clear about 11:00. Lawson and I hunted our way from camp up and over the pass to Bear Canyon looking for Pretty Boy but we could only find immature rams, lambs and ewes. We continued on to Cave Creek to see if we could make camp there. It appeared feasible so we headed back to our spike camp. We hiked 15+ miles this day without spotting any legal rams. Following are some pictures of Bear Canyon where Pretty Boy lived.
The scene of the miss from down and across the canyon.
We moved camp to Cave Creek. With a full string of horses we crossed through the pass and once again we spotted Pretty Boy with the three immature rams. Can you believe it? We briefly discussed moving camp back to Caribou Camp but the rams weren’t paying any attention to us so we decided to continue on since we'd have access to the rams in Cave Creek and Pretty Boy from this new camp. It took us about 4 hours to trail down to the new camp and another 4 to get unpacked and set up. There wasn't a level spot anywhere so we pulled out moss and used it to fill in spots to lay our bags down.
The last 1/2 mile of the "trail", which was actually an elk trail, was straight down and very steep but with Lawson clearing the trail we made it down and across the creek without incident. I really didn't look forward to the climb back up to hunt Pretty Boy.
No one from Tuchodi had ever hunted this canyon so we were really looking forward to unlocking its secrets.
To be continued on Sunday…..
Great adventure so far....looking forward to the rest of the story!
Day 9: For the first time we saddled a couple horses, Ringo and Bojangles, to get us closer to the sheep since they were several miles up the canyon and we had to ride through miles of high brush. We rode about 50% of the way and hiked the balance of the way, which was on a trail we had no right to be leading horses through. After a couple of hours of riding and hiking we made it into the sheep country of Cave Creek. There were several caves in this canyon which is why I called it Cave Creek. See pictures that follow.
Our camp at the convergence of Bear Canyon and Cave Creek.
Imagine using this as a shelter or to escape enemies...
It's getting bigger; we figured it was 15' - 20' wide and equally as high.
Ding dong, is anyone home?
A view back toward camp from 1/3 of the way up the canyon. We rode and hiked up the left side of the canyon.
A view into sheep country. Lots of rams in this canyon!!!!
One of the best stone write ups to date!
Day 9 Continued:
We glassed from the spot the above pictures were taken and immediately spotted 3 immature rams on the south side of the canyon. They were bedded below the cliffs and at the top of slides on the left hand side of the picture. Lawson also found 6 rams at the head of the canyon but with the heat waves and wind they were too far away to determine if any were legal. We continued on towards the head of Cave Creek to get a closer look at the 6 rams. As mentioned the trail from camp to the head was extremely treacherous in places so we had to lead the horses about 50% of the time. Tuchodi’s horses are massive, strong mountain horses that have the ability to traverse terrain I didn’t think was possible for a horse. I’ve probably done 8 – 10 horse hunts into Nevada’s Ruby Mountains and that terrain paled in comparison to what we crossed with Tuchodi’s horses. Getting on and off big Ringo with a bow was difficult at best, even at 6’5”. I used a sling that placed the bow high under my right arm but I still had to step up with my left leg in the stirrup then lean forward to swing my right over the horses back. During one mounting I went right over the top without slowing down and landed on my head. I landed head first without time to get my hands out, heard my neck crack and thought for just a split second that something really bad had just happened. I was somewhat okay and got to my knees, blurry eyed and with a bruised head, bruised ego and a really sore neck. About 30 seconds later I asked Lawson, “On a scale of 1 to 10 what would you rate that?”
He replied, “A 9.8 with a triple sochow.”
I replied, “Shoot I was going for a quadruple lutz”
From this point on I'd mount the horse without my bow and have Lawson hand it to me….
That behind us I got back on Ringo and we continued toward the head of the canyon to get a closer look at the six rams.
Take your time... I've got a full pot of coffee to drink.
Keep it rolling Scott.....awesome narration and pics!!!
Need more. This is my dream hunt!!!
Day 9 Cont:
After a few more miles of riding through thick trees and willows we tied the horses at the tree line and covered the last miles on foot to a vantage point. We spotted a legal ram we named "Goofy" because one horn was shorter than the other and had 2 - 3 fewer age rings. He also had a rather ugly coat but was a legal ram. He was in a good position for a stalk but with 6 days left to hunt and not being able to locate the other rams which we knew were close by we decided to wait it out and try to locate the other rams.
At this time a cold front moved in and it rained hard, got cold and blew for the several hours. The picture below was taken just before the skies opened up and we sat out several hours of hard rain which was turning to snow half way up the canyon walls.
There's a legal ram over there Lawson, let's go kill him!!!!
Looking back down the canyon toward camp after a break in the weather. We were still looking at Goofy and trying to locate the other rams at this point.
A few pictures of Goofy follow. These were all taken a day or three after day 9. I wasn’t able to get the scope and camera on him this day but we relocated him later in the hunt. Showing the pics of him here so you know what we’re after.
Thank you for taking the time to write up. Really enjoying your story!
My perspective for the pictures that follow.
If you look hard in this picture and the pictures that follow you'll see why we called him Goofy. He was a 170 ram on one side and a 140 on the other.
This is the best picture of his short horn.
Goofy needs an arrow ran through his lungs!
That's what I was thinking; take him out of the gene pool!
Being unable to locate the other rams and unwilling to blow up the canyon for the rest of the hunt we decided to call it a day and head back to the horses.
On the way back to the horses we came to a creek crossing littered with wet rocks. I walked up to one table sized rock at the edge of the creek, took one step, “good traction”, I thought, a second step, “wow, great traction”, a third step, BOOM!!!, I fell on my butt and before I knew what happened I’d ended up on my back waist deep in the creek. Surprisingly my rain gear and gators kept me mostly dry and I gathered myself and stood up, crossed the creek and checked my bow. Both cams were damaged and had some burrs in the string groove but fortunately Lawson had a set of files back at camp and I was able to take care of that the next morning at camp. Now my neck really started to hurt from the two falls and I could barely move my head at this point.
Shortly after mounting up Lawson spotted 8 more rams on the north side of the canyon. With my stiff neck I was completely worthless so I stayed on my horse. After looking them over with his scope Lawson determined none were legal. In total we saw 17 rams this day.
On the way back to camp I pulled the hood on my rain coat back to better see during a particularly hairy ride up out of a creek bottom and lost my hat. I didn't figure out I’d lost it for a couple miles. Bojangles also nearly went over backwards and fell down a 1,000 foot slide when a bank on the trail gave way right at the top. Lawson held on to the rains and somehow Bojangles was able to slide down to the bottom to the trail without rolling over on his back. Lawson then spent the next hour trail building, in the dark, with his ax and made the trail passable. We made it back to camp 2 hours after dark without further drama. It was obviously a tough day! I took a couple of Aleve after dinner and went to bed hoping to wake and be able to move my head.
Holy cats....a tough day I guess!!! Keep it coming! We look forward to you and Goofy in the same picture!!!!!
The pics that follow show Lawson leading his horse through the death trap the following day. The pics don't do this justice, plus he'd done a bunch of work to improve the trail the night before. This and three other crossing were difficult to navigate on two feet and two hands. Again, and I'll repeat, these Tuchodi horses were incredible and Bad A MoFos!
We again rode horses but changed to Louie and Steel and hunted Cave Creek. We spotted the immature rams on the south side where they'd been the day before and eventually made it close to the head where we could see around the lake where we'd seen the legal ram the first day of the hunt. (We’d seen a lake at the head of the canyon the first day of the hunt but we never got high enough to see it again. That said we could see just a little of the edge where we’d seen the rams days earlier.)
Lawson found Goofy bedded in some cliffs and I got some good pictures of him that were shown earlier in this thread. He eventually got up and fed to the bottom so we moved toward him. Lawson spotted more rams bedded in the general direction Goofy was headed and we got the scopes on them. We named one Grandpa because he was at least 12 years old. Grandpa was one bad MoFo and I don’t care who you are and what you’re hunting with you’d be more than pleased to take this smart, old monarch off the mountain! Following are the best pics I got of the old guy.
Big, smart, old and look at those nasty beat up horns and that dark coat!!!
I’ve got to give pause for the sponsors of this hunt…. My wife, Lisa, was extremely patient and supportive while I trained and shot my brains out: I can’t believe how supportive she was!!! My Dad passed on the love of hunting and strong ethics, while my Mom gave me the ability to dream big.
My 3D pals; Tim, Rob, Rick, Micah and Mike along with others gave me encouragement every Wednesday night and most weekends. Mark Buehrer at Bowhunting Safari Consultants played a big part in me booking with Tuchodi.
I made the decision to pack my big, 4 pound Leica scope, and I’m glad I did. It’s important to stop and smell the roses and I made a conscious decision prior to leaving on this hunt to do just that. I hope ya’ll are enjoying the pics ¼ as much as I enjoyed taking them!
I very much value the time and energy you spent writing this and your pictures. Your words provide the story and emotion, but your pictures take me there with you.
The stalk for Grandpa and/or Goofy was on! We moved into comfortable rifle range and with nowhere else to go we waited for the sheep to make the next move. The young ram with Grandpa left his bed and fed downhill while Grandpa made a few attempts to stand. I look at Lawson and said, "I wonder what's taking him so long", to which Lawson replied, "He's putting his false teeth in."
He eventually stood and limped down the hill like he was injured but his limp and stagger cleared up after several steps so we figured it was just his arthritis flaring up. I know how he feels, especially after day 9! Now the rams were in a better location to stalk so we move forward on our bellies across the side hill. We eventually spotted two new rams where Grandpa and his young buddy had headed so we patiently waited at 200 yards for two to disappear to make our move. Goofy was feeding by himself, on a ridge at 90 yards, and we eventually got busted by him due to the fact we were less than a football field away and the highest cover were three 6” high rocks. He blew out but the other rams, including Grandpa, had no idea we were in the zip code.
While waiting the wind decided to blow uphill for the first time all day and although it only blew for 30 seconds it was enough. The rams, now at 7, moved back below the cliffs to Grandpa's original bedding location. A new legal ram was now in attendance and we named him Twister Sr. since Lawson aged him at 10+ years. We’d originally named Pretty Boy “Twister” but to avoid confusion I renamed him “Pretty Boy”.
We knew the jig was up and the day was over so not wanting to blow the rams out totally we snaked backwards, with no cover, on the side hill for 200 yards in full view of the rams. With Lawson watching them nonstop and us only moving when they weren't looking we were able to make it off the hill without blowing them out. With the rams aware something wasn’t right we made the decision to hunt Pretty Boy the next day.
We now had 3 legal rams in Cave Creek including; Grandpa, Goofy and Twister. It was going to get good over these last few days!!!
To hunt Pretty Boy we couldn't use the horses, due to the fact the trail from camp into the canyon was too steep to ride and the canyon from there was too open. This day would be all on foot. With hard days and short nights, including 5 - 6 hours of sleep, I was beginning to wear down so I left my scope and Camel Back in camp. We hunted to the head of the canyon, climbed about 3,000 vertical and by 7:00 PM had only seen 5 immature rams and 11 ewes and lambs. Given we'd seen every sheep we knew to be in the canyon, except for Pretty Boy, we were a bit confused about his whereabouts. We headed back to camp and arrived about 9:00 and hit the sacks about 11:30.(I did take some of the earlier pics on this day so it wasn’t a total loss).
At this point in the hunt I was beginning to deal with the fact I might not kill a Stone ram. That said, I told Lawson on more than one occasion that it was, by far, the best hunt of my life! I knew I had a few more days to hunt and it could happen but I also knew if might not. I was also aware that Grandpa was an easy rifle shot away and that many wouldn’t hesitate to go that route but asking Parker to use his 30.06 never crossed my mind. I’d been tested physically beyond any hunt I’d ever been on. My Dall Sheep hunt in the NWT was about a 6 on a scale of 1 – 10 while this hunt was a solid 9. Lawson had guided in the McKenzies for Arctic Red and agreed the Northern Rockies in B.C. were much tougher mountains. It was likely due to the brush, trees and loose rock trails in these mountains. Although I was in great shape, both of my 49 year old knees were beginning to feel the impact of the daily strain. My neck, on the other hand, had recovered well and I was still shooting great. On to the next day….
Feeling good! Looking good! Shooting good! Here we go!!!
This is absolutely fantastic! Can't wait for the conclusion
Excellent Scott! This brings back a lot of good memories.
Awesome Scott, thanks for bringing us along.
Good Luck on your last few days ! :)
A well written and documented adventure! Much appreciated that you are taking us along with you.
Wow! Wasn't going to open this thread cuz sheep do not get my blood pumping. Well, its pumping now! This thread is fantastic and I am looking forward to more.
Great write up and amazing story. Thank you for sharing.
"Wow! Wasn't going to open this thread cuz sheep do not get my blood pumping. Well, its pumping now! This thread is fantastic and I am looking forward to more. "
I was thinking the same thing. I'm sure glad I did open it. Awesome report!!!
Waiting on Day 12...
Wow! What pics and story! And great looking Stone rams. Sure wish some hunter will take Grandpa back home with them.
Sorry guys, my wife is on the PC tonight (which is where the pics are) and then the next two nights I've got work related dinner commitments so it might be a few days before I can continue the story.... I'll do my best to add day 12 tomorrow night.
Great write up so far. I can't wait for the conclusion.
I know the outcome.
For a reasonable contribution to the NvaGvUp retirement fund, I'll share what I know. Cash, Cashier's Checks and Certified Checks only, please. ;^)
He's going all "Ridge Wraith" on us - damn!!
Keep it coming- really enjoying it. Sometime I would really like to do a similar trip.
Not a problem..... somebody wake me when the thread count hits 200 or so......
You are killing us! This is one of the best hunts I have read. Thanks for taking the time to share. Jeff
Hope you took one of those Okanagan Spring glasses home with you.
OOps! , maybe thats the delay!
Since we are all willing to waste time at work reading this great thread, how about you start wasting some and finish the story? ;-).
By now it was obvious I’d made the right choice in outfitters. The trip into base camp, the food served there by Lawson’s wife, Romy, the cabins, the horses, crew and so on were all top notch. My guide, Lawson, and I were really clicking by now and when he looked at me half way up Cave Creek on the morning of day 12 I looked back at him and said, “We’re going to the top of that knob aren’t we”?
He responded, “Yep, I think Pretty Boy might be back in there”.
We made it the first 700 feet up to the knob and the majority of the climb was over one of the steepest “trails” I’d ever been on. We glassed back into the canyon, could only see 2/3 of it, and when I thought I heard a critter or critters walking up the bottom we continued on to the next ridge another 400 feet in elevation up. Not turning up anything, we hiked back down to the horses and continued up the canyon toward where we’d been seeing the sheep. At some point we stopped to glass and found Grandpa and Twister bedded in the area circled in the pictures below, which was a mile or more from our location, so we continued up to get closer and plan a stalk.
The upper left circle shows where we’d seen Grandpa and Twister on day 10 and is the spot the old man was at when the above pictures were taken of him. The lower circle is where they were bedded on this day. The two areas look close together but were about ½ mile apart from each other.
As we got closer we stopped to glass. For reasons that should be obvious I stayed on my horse while Lawson checked the two rams. He confirmed they were still bedded and about that time I saw Goofy down in the bottom on the right hand side of the canyon. At 800 yards he was 2/3 closer than the other two rams. We watched him for a bit and he bedded in a somewhat stalkable location within 30 minutes. We quickly tied our horses out of sight and the stalk was on. We only went a little ways until we were out of sight and covered the first 650 yards quickly.
Better yet, Pretty Boy was now back in play as he’d joined the 8 rams Lawson had spied late on day 9. So here we are, 150 yards away from Goofy with a gusty 20 – 30 MPH wind in our face, 200 yards from Pretty Boy and 8 immature rams the opposite direction, down canyon but not yet downwind and Grandpa and Twister about a mile away up canyon. Pretty Boy was completely unstalkable (I took the above pics on this day) but we knew if we blew the stalk on Goofy that Grandpa and Twister would still be in play. Hopefully Pretty Boy and the rest of his young buddies wouldn’t wind us and would also be in play. Does it get any better than this?!?!?!?!?!
Did I mention I made a good decision on the outfitter and got an awesome guide? "Awesome Lawson"....
Two hours later after belly crawling the last 100 yards I was 51 yards away from a bedded ram which was confirmed when I ranged the bush he was laying in front of. I got to my knees, drew my bow and settled my 50 yard pin on him as he stood trying to figure out what we were (it was neither uphill or downhill but I was shooting on a 25 degree side hill). With the recent memory of missing Pretty Boy, due to the fact he was moving at the shot, I resolved not to make the same mistake twice. Goofy stood and never gave me that 50 yard shot but instead took several steps before stopping. At full draw I looked back at Lawson and said, “How far”?
He replied, “62”.
As I settled back into the shot and waited for the wind to stop (it would gust for a while then stop for 5 to 10 seconds) Goofy took 4 more steps. I continued to hold 60 on the middle of his chest as best I could while that little voice in the back of my head was screaming, “Hold for 66 you dummy!!!!” The wind was blowing hard enough that my pins were completely off Goofy twice and I considered letting down but I’d practiced in wind all summer and given the fact I knew it’d stop shortly I continued to hold knowing I’d let down if I lost my form. Soon enough the wind settled down and I began applying back tension as my 60 was rock solid smack in the middle of body and on the crease. While the little voice screamed, “Hold for 66!!!!” the shot broke and now the little voiced screamed, “Low dummy”, which was confirmed when the arrow sailed harmlessly 1” low and 1” behind his leg. Mental error #2.
After running out past my comfortable range Goofy didn’t spook but rather decided to circle above us and bed in the cliffs high above our location. He literally came within 50 yards and stopped momentarily, then did the same at 60, 65, 72 but each time the wind would not let up and actually picked up considerably after the first shot.
There’s no way I thought I’d have two shots during this hunt and miss both but for some reason I wasn’t upset. It was simply time to get back to hunting.
A couple hours later Goofy had settled down and was feeding calmly only 250 yards away. During the time we were waiting for him and me to relax I took the pictures of Pretty Boy that were shown earlier since he still wasn’t in a good position to stalk. Goofy however was in a good location to play with again and I thought maybe I’ll get to go to Disneyland and hold Goofy’s horn this time. The wind was such that we couldn’t tell if it was rolling over the ridge he was around or going around the ridge and past the mountain side toward him. If the later he’d blow out which he eventually did. Now that Goofy was done for the day, Pretty Boy wasn’t in a good area to stalk and Grandpa and Twister were too far away to make a play on we headed back to camp arriving after 10:00 PM. After dinner, Parker looked up and said, “Guys, check out the Northern Lights”!
I’m not a real religious guy but this sure seemed like a message from above. I think you’ll agree when you see the following pictures!
See the Big Dipper? The transfer to Bowsite really changed the colors but they're still cool....
This was the opposite horizon!
Another Big Dipper, different camera setting.
This is like reading a looooooong novel!
I have ADDDHD...real bad!
Nicely done Scott!
Back up Cave Creek to find our four legal rams. We found Grandpa and later Twister in nearly the same general area where I’d missed Goofy the day before. There were six immature rams with them so knowing a stalk would be tough, since they also weren’t in a great spot, we waiting for them to make the next move. While waiting I found Goofy all the way at the head of the canyon while Pretty Boy showed back up in the same spot he was in on day 12. We continued to wait and a new player appeared across canyon on the top of the slides under the big cave pictured earlier in the thread. We now had 5 legal rams in our canyon and 3 days to hunt. Plus 3 of the 5 were within 500 yards of our hiding spot which was 800 feet above the canyon floor and at tree line. Our focus was on Grandpa and Twister since they were close and in a good area if they made 3 of 4 moves. Well all rams, except Grandpa, made the one right move for them while Grandpa re-bedded in a poor location for a stalk. Below are some pictures I got of Twister after he fed to the bottom of the canyon with the little guys.
The circled area shows his location.
All rams eventually moved back with Grandpa close to their original location and we continued to watch with the wind in our faces, rain looming and the temperature dropping. If they got up and fed uphill it might get really interesting. While crawling and moving around out of sight trying to locate a viewing/ambush spot I crawled right into a nest of yellow jackets and got hammered under the chin. I grabbed Lawson to let him know about the vipers, who then crawled right over the top of me, but we’d seen enough that we looked at each other and connected again, “If we can make it to that little bunch of trees they’ll feed right to us”! The stalk was on. Needless to say before we got to the little bunch of trees we got busted by three little rams and a ewe while the temperature continued to drop and the rain and wind picked up. We’d shed our rain gear for the final stalk and after the 45 minute stare down we were both shaking uncontrollably with chattering teeth. Since it was getting late we jointly decided to stand up and walk right at Grandpa and Twister, which we assumed were down over the little ridge, out of sight and 80 yards away. We literally walked in full view of all the immature rams, blew them out, stepped over the ridge and found Twister broadside at 30 yards, chest covered by willows while a sheep was facing us at 20 yards with his head down. I came to full draw and Grandpa, at 20 yards, lifted his head. Both rams spun and trotted off but stopped shortly afterwards. With Grandpa at 45 yards but quartering hard toward us I called for a range on Twister who was broadside. Lawson wanted Grandpa really bad and not being a bow hunter kept telling me, “Shoot the big guy, he’s 45”!
I replied twice, “No Twister, I don’t have a shot at Grandpa”!
I placed my pins on Twister and tried to hold steady. To be honest I was so cold I don’t remember much but, including pin placement but I think I was able to get steady and don’t remember anything other than the arrow entering under the line of willows which were halfway up his body. He ran off, over a little ridge into a big slide and not being sure of the shot we ran after him. We closed the distance and I called for a range.
I dialed my sight to 80 since he was still moving. He was quarterly away hard and I only had a 2” – 3” avenue into his chest. Under other conditions I’d never take this shot but with a wounded animal and not sure of where the first arrow hit I knew I had to make it count. I hit just left of my point of aim, Twister traveled a bit further and was ours!!!
We made it back to the horses at midnight and were treated to more Northern Lights! We got to camp at 2:00 AM, ate Mt. House for the first time on our trip and were in bed by 3:00 AM.
The next day was spent eating tenderloin, caping, eating sheep ribs and generally feeling good about life!!!
Now that's a sheep hunt! Thanks for sharing, awesome ram too!
Old Twister is a Toad!
Have you had him aged? Horn length?
Incredible story, pics and persistence to get it done on the 13th day! This is one of the top al time great Bowsite features!!!
Parker and Lawson. They look happy!
Holy $hit!! That's a beauty - congratulations and thanks for the story/pics!!
Wow! Just wow! Congratulations on an incredible adventure. Kudos to you for sticking it out! Excellent write-up.
Tenderloin, pancakes and eggs anyone?
OK, that does it! Awesome story, my friend!
I owe you lunch! Next week sometime? Twisted Fork? Silver Peak?
Amazing story..........my admiration for you sheep hunters knows no end
Great write up and pics. It's easy to see why the northern lights (in Alaska officially, but anywhere far north) are one of the Seven Wonders of the Natural World.
Thanks for sharing
Sheep ribs for dinner? Yeah baby!!!
Packing out. In Bear Canyon 4 miles from Canyon camp.
This country made me say, “Wow!!!” nearly every day.
The end, thanks for following along....
But wait, I've got a Desert Bighorn ewe tag that starts in October then I'll be "subguide" on Kyle's November ram hunt!!!
Cool story. Worth the wait.
BTW - Twister was 10 years old, nearly all his teeth were rotten and one was abscessed. I doubt he would've made it to spring. We didn't score him but I did put a tape on him and do a quick check but I'm not sharing...
Awesome story. Being a flatlander I love the pics! Thanks for taking us along.
What a magnificent animal...and the write up wasn't too shabby either.....well done!! Few things taste better than sheep tenderloins after a successful hunt.....partly because of the great taste, partly because of the sense of accomplishment.
Absolutely awesome story and adventure! Congrats and a sincere thank you for taking the time to post this.
Great story! Thanks for bringing us along!
That's was fantastic!! You're one heck of a story teller! Thanks for taking us along!
Wow what a story! and congratulations on the hard earned ram
I knew there was going to be a Dandy RAM Pic at the end of your story. Yeah it defiantly sounds like you picked a Great Outfitter. Were there any hunters after your hunt that harvested any of the Rams you were after?
God that was awesome! Thank you, thank you and congrats!
Epic story. Congrats and thank you
We try to eat as much of the animal right there mostly because it makes that much less of 'em to pack out....
Great story. Awesome. Congrats!
Better story than any magazine article I have ever read. Thanks again.
Bowsite's been rockin' here lately.....
Simply AWESOME! I can't wait for my time chasing sheep, one of these days!
Excellent! Love it all... Beauty Ram and hunt!
Be sure to let WSF know of this, as you're now eligible for our "One More For Four" drawing in January.
Great story and even better Ram, Congratulations!
Stone Sheep are my favorite animal, and your story brought back some great memories of my hunts, I hope I get the chance to hunt them again someday.
This is a perfect example of what makes this site so great. Congratulations!!! Thanks for the great ride.
Thanks so much for sharing that. I'm trying to find a way in my lifetime to hunt a stone ram. Huge congrats!!!
Scott, can't tell you how much we enjoyed living through you on this hunt. I may have missed this somewhere but wondering if you would share the setup of your archery equipment? Bow, rest, sights, arrow, broadheads, release, etc. Also anything about your equipment that you would have changed? Again, wonderful stone sheep story & thanks for taking the time to photo & share some great photos with the story!
I am blown away. Wow is right. Thank you so much for posting. HUNT
Thanks for the comments and thanks to Pat and Bowsite for providing a means for me to relive this hunt. The experience was truly epic and I can't imagine it being any better. I just spent the last hour editing my poor grammar. I don't have the ability to do that well immediately after writing something so thanks for dealing with that!
Here's my setup:
Hoyt Carbon Spyder 34, 70#, 30"
Hamskea Full Containment Versa Rest
Spott Hogg Tommy Hogg Six Pin Slider
B-Stinger Front and Side Bar Stablizers with Quick Disconnect (I took these off and placed in the saddle bags when I rode)
Black Eagle X-Impact Arrows in .250 Spine
Slick Trick 125 gr Standards - 3 in quiver
Ulmer Edge 125 gr Stainless for long range or shots in the wind - 2 in quiver
Tight Spot Quiver
Arrow Weight 466 gr, 290 FPS
I wouldn't change a thing about my bow setup and all my gear worked great except the KUIU bino harness. I don't like the fact the top of the case isn't attached and has no support when you pull the binos out. It proved to be a pain in the field, especially during stalks, so I'm going back to my FHF bino harness.
I wore mostly KUIU clothes and KUIU Yukon rain gear. I wouldn't want anything less as far as rain gear for riding horses through brush. I messed up and left my KUIU Attack pants at home and packed the fleece lined KUIU Guide pants by mistake but that turned out okay since we had some really cold, wet, windy days. I could've easily gotten by with the Attack pants and long johns though. I also wore KUIU Tiburon pants a few days that started out warm (it was nearly 90 when I arrived in base camp) and pulled on my rain pants if it got windy or cold.
Captivating story/pictures and beautiful ram! Awesome! Thanks for sharing!
What a great story! Thanks for sharing!
Wonderful story and what a hunt! Congratulations and thanks for sharing!
What a fantastic hunt. The pictures and your words really captured the spirit. A great read.
Fantastic hunt and write-up Scott! Congrats and I'm so happy for you. The smile on your face says it all.
Great Story! Congratulations! Mike
Great hunt! Great Pictures! Great Story! Awesome Ram! Congrats!
CONGRATS SCOTT! Lawson takes another one. Excellent story. I see that Huey is still doing well. Did he help pack your ram out? He sure saved my back when I was up there.
Thanks for sharing that hunt and story, Congrats
Thanks for taking us along on your great adventure. One of the best reports I have had the pleasure of experiencing.
Huey didn't hunt with us, except one day when he broke free from Parker's watch and traveled a couple miles to find us. We didn't see a legal ram this day so it didn't have an impact. Later, he tore a toe nail completely off on the pack into our second location so he wasn't moving around much for several days after that. Great dog and it was nice to have him around so I had to get a picture of him thrown in.
Congrats on a magnificent Stone's sheep!
Awesome, awesome hunt and write up. Thank you for taking the time to share it all with us!
Fantastic write-up and hunt. Thank you so much for bringing us along. Congratulations on your ram!
My good friend Kyle is hunting with Tuchodi right now, I hope he has the same success!
Thanks for stoking the fire burning inside to hunt sheep. Amazing writeup.
What a beautiful ram, fantastic story, fantastic pics!
Thanks so much for bringing it all to us and a huge congrats!
Just incredible, even had you not killed the sheep. What an adventure!!
THANK YOU for sharing this with us!!! CONGRATULATIONS on a true trophy, on sticking with it, and having both the mental and physical toughness to pull this off! I tip my bowhunting cap to you!
Congrats!! I'm not sure whatever words I use to describe the hunt are sufficient-
What an adventure, once in a lifetime hunt for a few of us, hunting remote country that most hunters will never see, what a super archery trophy, a great ram, unbelievable, awesome, epic!
I liked the look and age on Grandpa, but really love the look of Twister! A great older flaring out Stone still with his lamb tips.
You were really into the rams with multiple encounters/ opportunities on rams! Yes you picked a great outfitter and guide!
(Just wondering- Is the outfitter or guide planning another ram hunt this season back into this country to take another ram out of there?)
Awesome...incredible....epic....none of em seem adequate to describe your story. Thanks so much for taking the time to share! Big time congrats! I hunted with Tuchodi several years ago and they're top notch for sure. I'll be back with them one day for stone and boy did you whet my appetite! You da man Tilz!
I got word today that Grandpa was killed by a bowhunter. If we're lucky details and pictures will follow.
Out-freaking-standing my friend.
Those pictures are simply amazing, what an adventure!
Great read and pictures. congrats and thanks for taking the time to write it up
Yes an unreal amount of fantastic pics shared here!!
Plz tell us more about Grandpa if you can.
What an adventure. Thanks for taking us along on your journey. Very well done!
Congrats and thanks for taking us along with the story!
Congrats Tilzbow on an awesome hunt and trophy! I occasionally glance at Bowsite, but have never ever felt compelled to register and join a conversation.......till now. See, I'm sitting in the Edmonton airport on the way home from Tuchodi River Outfitters right now. And to do my best Paul Harvey impersonation........"And now, the rest of the story". I just completed an extremely physical, emotional, and rewarding stone sheep hunt there. (BTW Tilzbow's sheep's horns are more impressive in person) My guide was Josh Johnson and he too was top notch! (I hunted with Lawson a few years back, best guy ever) I was under 100 yards of legal rams for 5 days straight (days 7-11 of my hunt). One for the first 3 days was a heavily broomed 9 year old, the next day I was 75 yards from "Pretty Boy", and on the fith day I found myself starring down my pins at "Grandpa".
Kyle, CONGRATS! What a great old warrior! I can see the chips out of his horns! Have you estimated his age? Feel free to post up any other pics you have of your hunt!!!!
That's awesome and congratulations! Thank Lawson for cutting the trail (I did a little work, but not much...)
Congratulations buddy! He's huge and dark, everything you wanted. Can't wait to hear the story. Call me when you get home and settled. Safe travels!
He indeed was 12 years old. I'll have to get home and load the pics from my camera to post much more. Larry and Lori Warren have one of the BEST operations I've ever hunted with. Good Folks!
Thanks Tizbow and Lenny! Tizbow I shot him just up the valley from camp, in the first creek on the right. 47 yards almost straight down. BTW, we got about 5" of snow on day 6 of my hunt and it stuck for 4 days. Putting on frozen pants and boots for 3 mornings in a row make you question your sanity.
Wow, that's an even better pic! I can't believe I was 20 yards from him and 30 from Twister two weeks ago....
Thanks for posting and it'd be cool if you'd post the rest of the story a pics on this thread.
I do have a request, I'd like to see a rear view of his horns. They looked gnarly from the back.
Gnarly....... They are almost busted off! We were scared to pull on them to get him set up for the pic! We saw your caribou as well. I'll give a more detailed report over the next couple of days, but I'm a Bowsite newby. I'll do my best.
First creek on the right wasn't too far from camp, they must've moved down quite a lot after my hunt ended.
They were just past that really bad place where you had to lead your horse up over that bolder in the trail. Also, by day 8 I was starting to prepare myself that I was never going to take a stone sheep, the one animal of the NA29 I wanted the most. In total it took 26 days to get it done. And for this pudgy flatlander that's a lot of sweat and pain.
Wow Awesome! Congrats.
This is cool, 2 threads for the price of one.
Congrats to both of you. Josh was my guide a couple years back for elk. Great guide. Looks like a couple of amazing rams. Hope you left one for me. I head out to tuchodi for a late sheep hunt from oct1-15. Hoping I get as lucky as you guys. It is tough country and got the better of me last trip as I was not prepared. This time I look at it as a challenge I want to beat. Whether that means a sheep or not I will find out but this trip I intend on enjoying every moment and beating the terrain. Looking forward to an awesome adventure after reading this. Thanks for a great read but it is going to make the next couple weeks drag slow.
Lawson was my guide in 2010. He is the best. Congrats. Back to the top!
Congrats Scott and Kyle! World class accomplishments. I have been gone and just caught up on this thread. Absolutely incredible.
Great Great story line and pics Congrats on your ram
August 31-September 2 My flight left Houston at 6:40pm and got me to Vancouver where I overnighted. My flight on Central Mountain Air was at 10:20am. When I made it to Ft. Nelson, a group of about 8 of us were told by CMA that they intentionally left one bag for each of us back in Vancouver because of "weight and balance". My bow case made it, but my arrows were in the other bag. So, I got a room and had to burn a hunt day at the Woodlands Inn and wait for the bag to show up 24 hours later. I was not a happy camper at this point, but at least I was on my way. A quick 30 minute flight to base camp and I was on the ground at 3pm. After a big welcome I got settled in a cabin and shot my bow. When Larry Warren and my guide Josh found out I was going to be a day late, Josh took off horseback to scout for that time, so it wasn't totally wasted. We had sheep fajitas for dinner and got ready to head out the next morning.
great job all around and thanks so much for sharing.
Sept 3rd: We were up and going at 5:30 to have breakfast and get the horses packed up. We were headed to an area not too far from the headquarters, so we were getting dropped off and would just call if we shot a ram or if we couldn't find a legal one. We were only packed for a 4 day hunt. We made it there by lunch and got the tent set up. Then we hiked to the top of the valley (about 3 hours). We ended up seeing about 3 rams (3/4 curl) and maybe a dozen ewes and lambs, by the end of the day. When we were done, we dropped straight down into camp. It was extremely steep and wooly descent. For dinner I'm fine with Mountain House dinners, but at Tuchodi they insist on a proper meal, so we had pork chops, beans, and Mac-n-cheese. The plan for tomorrow was to go straight up, but the opposite side of the valley. Just looking at that hill made my legs hurt. We got to bed not long after 9.
Well done, Kyle and a HUGE congratulations!
Thanks! I'm just an average guy who loves to hunt. And this sheep probably will be the highlight of my bowhunting carrier. It's still all sinking in.
Congrats KTH!...I def can see why this ram will be the highlight of your bowhunting career! What an amazing beautiful dark colored ram...and a 12 yr old ram!
What a thread this has been! Two great bowkilled Stone rams from the same area! From the start w/ tilz's story about all the diff rams along w/ fantastic pics of them, thru his hunt and now the next hunt culminating with Grandpa being taken by KTH.
Certainly one of the top threads here that will be tough to beat! Thanks for sharing and taking us along.
September 4th: Josh and I left camp around 8:30 and headed straight up the mountain by camp. By 10:30 we got past the really steep stuff and had reached the top by noon. We only spotted a couple of sheep and those were probably the same ones from the day before. We were right at the base of the clouds and it started to sleet and rain. For an hour we were socked in. Once it finally let up we headed to a long ridge heading back up the valley. It was even a bit higher than where we had been. There wasn't anything along that ridge, but we had gotten to the pass leading across the head of our valley. So, with a little more effort we crossed over to the mountain from the day before. Again no sheep to be seen. So, we made the plan to head back to camp and arrange for a pick up and move in the morning.
September 5th; We slept in a bit because we knew it would be almost lunch before "our ride" showed up. Lawson's wife Romy and their 2 girls came to get us. These two kids are 9&6 and possibly the toughest little girls I've met. Julia (the 6yo) was behind me on the way home saying, "Why do you walk so slow?" And "Speed up your horse, you are being poky!" And Jessie the 9 year old is walking around with a 6" bone handled knife hanging off her belt. When we rolled back into camp, I helped unpack and headed to get cleaned up. I shot my bow some more. (I'd like to say I was shooting like a pro, but I've been battling for a couple of months. I'm guessing its my grip, but I'm 100% out to 50 yards and 80% confident out to 70) Josh and I got camp ready to trail out in the morning and plan on spending the rest of the trip in this one area (Tilzbow's area) for the rest of the trip. Like pushing all of our chips in the poker pot.
Nicely done KTH...keep it coming!
September 6th: Josh and I headed out of base camp at 8am. With Parker our wrangler for the rest of the hunt. We had a heavy fog in the air. It was a pretty steep rough pack into camp, that took around 6 hours. Half way there we got above the fog that filled the Tuchodi river bottom like a bowl of milk. Once there we made camp and headed up to the mountain pass back behind camp. By now the fog had gotten up to our area and glassing was spotty. We did spot a group of rams with the biggest looking like he may be legal. After about an hour wait for the fog it lifted for long enough to tell he was just under a legal ram. By this time it started to sprinkle, so we headed back to camp to get dry and some dinner.
Keep it coming Kyle. This is great. Helps in counting down the days. Wow you've got me pumped up
September 7th; ALMOST!!!!! We woke up to 3-4" of snow and it never stopped all day. After breakfast we realized the visibility was too poor so we got back in the sleeping bags for about 2 hours. When we saw it was getting better we made a dash back to the top of the ridge above the pass behind camp. But once up there visibility was still zero. At 4 we finally gave up on seeing much so we dropped back down towards camp. Once we lost elevation we could see a bit better and looked past camp and could spot 27+ sheep. We went to see if there was a legal ram among them. AND THERE WAS! He was a heavily broomed 9-10 year old. Not over his nose. There were four rams in the group. We got to about 150 yards and put the snow to good use, sliding like 2 penguins on our bellies. I couldn't believe this was working. We peeked up and we were only 30 yards from 2 of them, feeding and totally clueless. Unfortunately they both weren't the bigger ram. Then we saw him coming out from behind some bushes. Close! When he stepped out Josh whispered 32 yards! I drew and sat up. Then I noticed the one and only little bush between me and my sheep. I mean there was no shot. Nothing. I needed him to take 2 big steps forward. Instead he turned and went back in the thick brush. Then reappeared 90+ yards away. Not spooked, but how cruel was that? Right there, now gone. But at least it looks like we can possibly get on them again tomorrow.
BTW this Texas boy is going to die in Canmore next year! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!
Looks like I'd better be prepared for lotsa snow
wow. unbelievable hunt. way to go on the hunt of a lifetime.
That tent looks familiar; hopefully the smell had disapated by the time you used it... LOL!!! Looks a bit chilly and a little whiter, too! When we were in that camp during the first few days of my hunt there were a couple of days with a dusting of snow about 400 feet in elevation above camp but it was probably 10 degrees warmer.
The next 3 nights in that tent were cold! Also, I was trying to get one last hunt out of this pair of Kenetreks, but apparently they have spent too many hunts drying out by the fire. Walking in the snow all day had them soaked and they were frozen solid each morning. Inside and out. A good 15 minutes each morning was spent stomping my foot, to try and get them on and tied.
September 8th; Once we had breakfast it was obvious we weren't going out too soon. Fog was thick and short of just randomly bumping into them in the fog we weren't going to do any good. Finally at 1:30 we got enough of a break to head down toward we're the rams were the day before. Right away we relocated them. We tried to intercept them along the stream but they took another route. So, we tried a more aggressive stalk and got to 88 yards, but they wouldn't get closer. When they made a move so did we. Again, we only got to 85 yards. By now it was getting late and they are still relaxed, so we plan again to get on them in the morning.
This is great... just checking in and noticed round #2. Congrats Kyle! That is a beauty of a ram. He will make a fantastic mount assuming you do so.
^ thanks! Mounting every single square inch! Thinking of using this form.
Very nice form selection!
Just got back from my orthopedic and found out I tore the meniscus in my right knee on day two (The "Black Wall of Death" day) and need surgery. Might also have torn the meniscus on my left knee while packing out meat but need an MRI to confirm that.....
Sheep hunting isn't for sissies!!!!!!
^ yikes. I may be the only person in history who needed major surgery after a muskox hunt.
September 9th; Finally the weather was not a problem. We found the rams right away. Although they were farther down in the valley. We had to wait a long time for them to move. They were in a big flat, with no way to get within 200 yards. Finally they started to move, but they just up and decided to start feeding out of the valley and off to who knows where. We really pushed this stalk. When they dipped out of sight we ran. And after about a mile, we were up to 110 yards. We were 100% out of cover and the rams had climbed a bit up to some ledges on the side of the valley. With no approach that would conceal us, we did the exact opposite. Josh suggested us crawl out in the open and "act like sheep". No joke. We slowly cut the distance to 80 yards. At that point we had run out of land to cover. It dropped off steep and any farther, we would be dropping straight down. I swear these guys know I only have a 70 yard pin. They stood there for about 5 minutes. Then decided to just go up and over the top of the mountain. 32 yards 3 days ago. Now gone. It was a long long hike back to camp up hill. Now our plan was to pull stakes and move into Tilzbow's honey hole. We topped the pass and headed into the new valley. There was a white wolf on the skyline. At camp there were 3 rams straight up above camp and the plan was to go up there and get a closer look at one of them who looked to be legal. If I thought my tent was cold before, now I had just set it back up on top of 4" of snow and my soaked boots would again be frozen rock solid in the morning. I swear my comfort level had been hovering around 0 for about 72 hours.
What an amazing thread filled with incredible memories. Thanks for sharing guys!
I'll 100% admit, I was starting to accept I'm never going to kill a stone sheep. I mean, this was day 25 without getting a legitimate shot. My legs were shot. And rebooking and coming back 2-3 years older didn't sound like it would change the fact. Plus, paying for another stone hunt isn't a pleasant thought. So, 5 more hunting days and I'm done. No grand slam. No super slam. Just done. Maybe I'd get to 26-27 species and have to be good with that. I'll have to deal with it like a football team who loses a Super Bowl. It was a good run. Till then, 5 more days.
September 10th; While eating breakfast Josh looked up and spotted some rams above camp. (Way above camp) There was a ridge to the right of the rams that offered the best approach, but the wind was not perfect. We decided that was still our only option. It was a tough climb for me. My legs were jello. By the time we got to the top I was walking like a wino. Luckily all that effort paid off, because the rams were still there. By now the wind had gotten pretty strong. We stayed above them for most of the day, trying to pick out an opportunity to close the distance. There were 5 rams. The biggest was Pretty Boy. The next biggest was the ram we spotted yesterday and Josh was 95% sure he was legal, but couldn't comit to saying yes. Lastly there was an old ram with deformed horns. Probably about 9" long, that looked broke off, except they grew out of his head at weird angles. We inched down to a point above the rams, putting us on a cliff above them. They just fed back and forth. A couple rams fed to about 50 yards, but Pretty Boy stayed out the farthest. At one point he was at 70 yards (LOS would have been around 85), but as windy as it was I held out for a better shot. It didn't come. The deformed ram left the group and went left. The other 5 went to the right. When we caught back up with them, Pretty Boy had left them. We never saw him again. It was getting pretty late, so we headed back toward camp. On the way back we ran into the deformed ram. Come to find out he was also blind. We stood right there less than 40 yards and he knew something was there, but didn't know what. Josh tossed a small rock at him and he just tried to figure out what was going on. (I need to find a sheep like this with 39" horns, then maybe I will kill one) Got to camp at dark and we were so tired we made Mountain House and went straight to bed. Only 4 days left......
Congrats Tilzbow and KTH, you guys have accomplished something that most will only be able to dream about. Thank you for taking the time to share your adventures with us.
Ok let's get this over with! September 11th; Today is the first day we hunted off of the horses. We headed down towards where Tilzbow killed his ram. Only 20 minutes out of camp Josh spotted 4 rams about 1/2 way up the mountain. At one glance he says, "that has to be Grandpa". They had us busted, so we just turned the horses around and headed back. They watched us till we dropped into a small draw and went back to feeding. We used that draw to conceal our climb. Once above them, we watched them for about an hour till they fed onto some cliffs. We made a move and peeked over, but they had disappeared. After 15 minutes Josh said to go to a point to have lunch and watch for them. He picked another point a little more than 100 yards away. Probably 45 minutes passed before I caught movement in the bottom of the creek. All 4 rams were in the bottom heading left to right. I called Josh over and pointed them out. He knew we had to make an aggressive stalk to cut them off. After crossing 2 boulder slides as quietly as possible, we came to about a 40 yard wide shale slide. If you took a step in it, it would start a shale slide. Just on the other side was a point that would probably offer a shot. Josh said to grab an arrow and be ready. He said we are going to run as fast as we can to cross it, then we'd make the shot if it was there. We sounded like a huge rockslide going across there. As soon as we peeked over they were just standing there. Josh said, 47 yards (steep downhill). I was at full draw and held the 50 yard pin just below where I needed to hit. The second I touched off the shot, I could tell I had just executed the perfect textbook shot. (If the textbook was "How to shoot the ram of your dreams in the guts") The level of panic that hits you a split second after a shot like that is unreal. I sent 2 arrows harmlessly underneath him as he was walking away. Finally, after taking an extra second to focus, I put a second arrow in him just as he was going out of sight. I was hopeful he would be just past where we lost sight of him, because as I was missing him he staggered and went down on his rear, only to get up and keep going. Josh said he would run up and grab our packs. He told me, "Go pick up your arrows, in case you need to shoot him again". (Certainly not something you want to ever have to hear your guide say!) When I got to the bottom, I saw how much blood was on the rocks and started feeling way better about the whole situation. We followed him on an easy blood trail for about 150 yards and found him dead under an overhanging bolder. The sound of Josh saying, "There's your ram" will be etched in my memory forever. I sat on a rock and almost laughed/cried/puked all at the same time. After looking him over, we pulled him into the shade (it was finally a bit warm) and went back to get Parker and a pack horse. We got back and took tons of pics and got him caped out for a full body mount. Packed up all of the meat and headed back to the tents. We did up a big dinner, because we were headed back to the lodge first thing in the morning! I slept like a baby with all the pressures of the hunt lifted off me.
I going to end with tons of thanks! (In no order) Larry and Lori Warren. They run a top notch operation and are even better people! Josh Johnson, an awesome guide, who'd I'd hunt with anywhere anytime! Lawson Peterson, as good of a sheep guide that has ever walked the mountains. Mark Buerher and Neil Summers at Bowhunting Safari Consultants. I've been on do many good hunts through them, I never question the quality of hunt I'm booking with them. And of course my family for picking up the slack at home while I'm out chasing who knows what, who knows where.
Thanks for posting and finishing the story of our three weeks in the sheep mountains. You made the memories of my hunt even sweeter. Congrats on one heck of a trophy!!!
Incredibly well done guys! Thanks for all the stories, pics and details!!!!
Thanks guys. Good luck and shoot straight, the rest of the season!
Awesome. Thanks for telling your story. My hunt for stone with them starts oct 1. I admire you guys for your determination to take this amazing hunt with a bow. I may never get another chance for a stone so I will be doing my hunt with a rifle but hearing your stories has gotten me pumped. Thanks again
Wow! Opened this up for the first time today. Don't know how I never opened it before now. Glad I did! This is way better than the college football game currently airing. The photos... The stories... So well done and thank you guys for taking us along! Good stuff!
Wow guys! Just wow! Thanks so much for sharing an awesome adventure . Archery Stone sheep, well done! Huge congrats to you both.
Awesome, Thanks for Sharing
Can't believe I missed this thread. One of the best ever! I'm in awe! 2 monster bow killed Stones. Congrats men. You guys are studs!
Wow....I missed the finish of this one too. Great report on two fantastic hunts, both with happy endings. Huge congrats to both of you.
I was too busy back in September and also missed this one. Congrats guys!
I've been gone so much I also missed this thread! Congrats on two awesome Rams and thanks for sharing!
"Twister traveled a bit further and was ours!!!"
No kidding, I literally jumped up and yelled.... "YES!!!"
What an epic adventure! Thank you for sharing!
Absolutely superb read. Congrads to both and thanks for taking us along!!
I can't believe I missed the second half of this story. Congrats to both of you and thanks for sharing, it was awesome!
Great hunts! Thanks to both of you for sharing! David
Holy cow, what a couple of adventures. Loved every minute of it!
Congratulations guys, incredible perserverence! And thank you for sharing in your hunt, the pics and writeups were awesome, I really enjoyed reading ever word.
Man.....this was awesome! WTG guys!! It's one of my dreams to do this someday!
Stories like this is why I love bowsite. Very inspirational. I WILL hunt sheep someday. Congrats on the awesome hunt and beautiful trophies guys.
Geez, went elk hunting and missed the second hunt! Congrats, KTH, and thanks so much for logging on to tell the story in pics and words!
Please bring the rest of your adventures here.
Congrats to both of you!! Tough grueling hunts and you could feel it through your words and pictures.
Wow, thanks for the great reading both of you. That picture of your ram with the northern lights in the background is once in a lifetime. Amazing.
What a hunt of a lifetime! congrats to both of you and thanks for sharing.
The caliber of those rams is awesome. Great hunts! Thanks!
Grandpa update. I drug him to the P&Y convention to get scored. (Along with my grizz, cougar, and KS whitetail). He ended up scoring 150 and change. These are the first animals getting recorded into P&Y for me. He's a nice ram, but the trophy lies in this ram's age. Only 10 short months till he is front and center in my trophy room.
Missed this last fall, but it great reading even though it is 9 months later. Congratulations to both of you. Can't wait to see pictures of the mounts.
Well, now that I just spent another hour going through this thread one more time.....incredible to say the least!
Scott, Kyle and Mad Trapper, Can't believe I will be at Tuchodi hunting Stone rams in less than 90 days! Thanks a million for sharing your hunts but more importantly your knowledge, insight and experiences!
Hopefully i will have a Tuchodi Stone Sheep - 2015 worthy of a sequel!
Good Luck Mark. Hope it works out for you.
Good luck Mark! Your prepared and ready!
Best of luck Mark, please take lots of pics so we can relive the adventure with you!
Holy wow! Just wow, thank you both...
thanks for sharing, what a great post.....
Thanks for the words of support! Seems like yesterday (one year ago actually) I was training and preparing for Dall hunt in the NWT.
Incredibly lucky (and appreciative) to say the least! In December, Waterfowler (Brad) and I were talking hunts. He had Tuchodi River booked for a Stone's bowhunt for August 2015. Long story short, he wasn't going to be able to make it, so I ended up buying the hunt within a few short days. Normally, these hunts are booked out 2-3 years!
So.......Brad, THANK YOU for keeping this hunt within the Bowsite Family!
Holycrap! Another thread I missed because I was on my Elk hunt last Season!
You guys should never be allowed to post threads like this in September!
Fantastic story...Congrats on a couple great Rams!
Best of luck, Jeff
Good luck on the Stone's! I was fortunate enough to hold KTH's ram from above right after it was scored, what a ram!
Good luck Mark! What an adventure.... shoot straight.
Saw you walk in AZ.... certainly not slow.... I'd rate it as fast! =D
I wish I was going back! (Except for the climbing) good luck. You'll be in good hands up there. Enjoy the scenery! You will have a blast.
Looking forward to hearing of your hunt Mark.
Glad to see this thread keep on going...hope it stays alive long enough the next few years for me to post my hunt.
"I was fortunate enough to hold KTH's ram from above right after it was scored, what a ram!"
HUGE amounts of character in KTH's old warrior Grandpa!!!
I get shivers up and down my spine every time I hold a ram....
KTH, you are doing a fullbody mount if I remember...where you going to put it?
Tilzbow, what are your plans for your ram?
Good luck Mark! Three sheep hunts in three years should be awesome. Can't wait to hear about it
Yeah my taxidermist is going to love me after the season I had last year. Full body stone sheep and full body grizzly. Floor pedestal Cape buffalo. Shoulder mount whitetail and axis deer. YIKES!
KTH, we might have to get dual 11-7 shifts at the 7-11 as second jobs to pay for all this fun!
Great stories and pics guys, talk about commitment.