Dall Sheep Adventure NWT
Wild Sheep
Just returned from a Dall Sheep hunt in the Northwest Territories. I'll be glad to share a few pictures and comments from this hunt.
The trip kicked off by driving to Chicago O'Hare airport for a non-stop flight to Edmonton, Alberta. And the next day, flying to Norman Wells, NT. At the Norman Wells airport we were met by an employee of Mackenzie Mountain Outfitters who transported us 4 hunters and our gear via pickup truck to nearby North Wright Air Service's float base.
At the float base we all repacked our gear for the charter flight to Stan Steven's base camp, leaving behind excess gear and cases at Canoe North's log cabin. The three rifle hunters shown here include Dan Snider from Wisconsin, Don Brown from Texas, and Thornton Marley from Mississippi. The gal shown on the right was a local resident waiting for her father to arrive to fly them both up on a sheep/caribou hunt.
View down shoreline from North Wright Air Service.
Our charter plane arrives:
The pilot Dieter with our fellow hunter Thornton sitting alongside.
Here we're starting to reach the mountains.
Banking in for the landing on McClure Lake, the location of Stan Steven's base camp.
Unloading the plane at base camp.
Various guides, camp cook Jodie Ponto, Helen Stevens, and a few of the outbound hunters.
After serving us a nice meal of Sheep backstraps with all the fixings, prepared by Jodie and Helen, they did not keep me in camp for very long. As the only bowhunter in camp, I was fortunate to be the first to be flown out to the mountains. My guide Rob Aasen and I were taken north down the river by Stan and dropped on a sandbar to get ready to commence our hunt.
We set up camp nearby for the night, and checked our watches as NT regulations would allow us to begin hunting 12 hours later.
The next morning Rob & I broke camp and headed up a tributary stream with our full packs. The plan was to get closer to sheep habitat where we'd reset camp.
Signs of game were plentiful. In addition to busting flocks of Ptarmigan about every 100 yards, we also came across two big Moose sheds, and cut both grizzly tracks and wolf tracks on the hike up.
Getting closer to where the sheep live.
OK buddy, keep it coming!!
Ahh, you thought you'd do this while everyone was asleep.
Well, I guess I'm staying up!
We reset our camp at a location near a bend in the creek, with good access to the mountains south of us.
Geeze you guys are fast. Forgot about you west coasters!
Early on the first morning of the hunt on 7/24 we spotted these two little rams.
Guide Rob on the steep hike up.
The guides call this area the Green Hills for obvious reason.
By mid-day Rob had found this ram, who was roughly in the 35-36 inch range. Not bad at all, and good enough to go after. He was bedded on a little grass knoll, but didn't stay put there very long.
Rob glassing the ram as he started moving.
Hopefully they call them the red pokadot hills now.
Gorgeous country that these animals live in.
Later as we were moving in a little closer the ram bedded again.
We noticed the sheep had a strong liking for this particular type of woody shrub. I don't know what it is.
We took a cautious approach with the bigger ram over the entire first day, watching from a reasonable distance, then finally backed out and headed back to camp for the night.
The next day we found the bigger ram again, and noticed some younger rams following him around.
Eventually a total of 6 rams materialized in this group.
The big one is seen here bedded at the lower left with a front leg dangling off the cliff.
One of the lesser rams sparred lightly with the biggest ram.
These small type of hawks would circle low over us out of curiousity while we were glassing.
A group of ewes and lambs grazing behind paid very little attention to us.
Meantime a Caribou cow and calf fed below.
We were once again unable to make a stalk on the bigger ram on Day 2, due mostly to the open terrain where they spent the whole day.
When day 3 came, we found the bigger ram again, along with several other of the small rams, all relaxing on a rocky slope.
By slipping through a thicket of waist-high shrubs on the opposite face of the canyon, were were able to get within about 400 yards.
The wind was in our face initially during the stalk, but then it shifted by 180 degrees for about 5 minutes as some thermals came into play. The rams soon became very alerted, raising their snouts to test the breeze.
In minutes the whole group slowly took off up the side of the mountain opposite us, led by the big ram, and then continued moving away until they were just tiny specks on the distant mountain top.
We could still see the rams as they milled around in the distance, and then finally bedded.
Guide Rob said an old sheep guide by the name of Sven had once told him: "when the sheep sleep, we sleep."
Shoulda brought your ozonator
After a time the rams were once again on the move, so we proceeded to follow. We passed by some more ewes, who paid us little mind.
We tried to keep up with the group of rams as they crossed multiple canyons and peaks, heading north.
While watching the original group of rams slip north, another small band of rams came into view as they darted across a steep shale slide on the opposite mountain face.
Two rams in this new group looked like possible shooters. We noticed the path ahead of them might lead down into an area below us, so we got out of view and headed down. We set up at the lower end on the back side of a narrow ridge and waited. The rams all bedded for a few hours while we watched. There was no cover for an approach or stalk, so we hoped they would eventually get up and continue towards us.
Ground squirrel checking us out.
After 3 hours waiting on the rams to move, they finally got up. Unfortunately, they turned around and headed back the way they'd came.
Once the rams cleared a distant ridge line, we headed up to see where they'd go. Within a couple hours, we found the two bigger ones bedded on a rock outcropping. But it was not long before they again got up and headed out of sight.
We were a long way from camp when we finally called it a day and started heading back for the night. Along the way we surprised this small ram crossing the ridge ahead of us.
The next morning kicked off with a relentless rainstorm. We had to find shelter in this small cave.
The stormy weather continued most of the day. We wanted to find one of the two groups of rams from yesterday, but the rain and fog made it tough to glass.
After it started clearing a little, Rob finally was able to spot a group of rams way down in the bottom of a creek drainage. It turned out some of the rams from the two groups seen yesterday had merged together, and the group now included the large ram from day 1.
We moved north and talked about a strategy to cut them off if they moved either south or east. It looked like this hunt was about to come together. Unfortunately within a couple hours, the rams all took a notion to head west, the only way they could go that gave us no chance of an ambush or stalk. And that was the last time we saw those sheep during this hunt.
We headed back down towards our campsite for the night. We discussed the possibility of calling in to base camp to be moved. We'd pushed these sheep around pretty good and it seemed unlikely we'd find them again. And more importantly we'd packed supplies enough for five days, and tomorrow was day #5.
That evening we broke camp and headed down towards the original drop point on the river. Nearing the river Rob glassed the opposite mountain face and spotted 3 rams bedded on the skyline. One appeared to be a shooter. We decided to set camp again and go after them the next day.
We found the sheep again the next morning and headed up to them.
As we'd later learn, the sheep had come down into a timbered area during our climb, and they evaded us for most of the day.
Later in the day, we bumped into the rams as they came up the ridgeline we were walking down. They were only mildly spooked but moved off to the north and into some timber, after which we were unable to pursue them.
That evening Rob messaged in to get us choppered back to camp to re-supply for the second half of the hunt.
By day 6 we had our new camp location set up in an area that was known to hold some mature rams.
Caribou sheds could be found scattered all over the countryside here.
The first day of hunting the new area we quickly found the group of rams we'd believed were in the area. It all happened quickly as we crested over a small rise and surprised a small ram who had a group of 5 other rams grazing below him. We ducked down, threw off our packs, and dropped into a shallow gully 50 yards to the left while carrying just my bow and binoculars and hoping the rams would cross within bow range. All 6 rams then moved lower, crossed a small canyon and walked up the other side. We were now pinned down in plain sight of the rams who were only 200 yards away. We lay there as motionless as we could for the next 4 hours, as the rams fed, bedded, and occasionally stared in our direction. My camera was back at my pack so we got no pictures of this sequence.
Eventually they all got up from their beds and headed downhill, crossed a deep canyon, and climbed the mountain on the other side. At last sight they were 2-3 miles away, but not far beyond our campsite.
We found no other sheep that day. On the next morning July 30th, a little loner ram appeared above camp.
The weather was turning a little bit ugly again, as we headed out in our raingear for the day.
Rob had brought along a light weight tarp. Here he's sheltering under it, as rain begins turning into freezing pellets, and then finally into real snow. Yep that's right, snow in July!
The snow begins to intensify.
The snowstorm gives no sign of stopping. We're not really prepared for cold and snow, but with an extra base layer to throw on, along with our rain gear, we'll make do.
We finally gave in to the weather due mainly to the lack of visibility for glassing, and sloshed our way back to camp.
By the time it was over about 12 hours later, several inches of snow blanketed the mountains.
We lost a full day of hunting due to the freak July snowstorm.
But by late the next morning we were back up glassing in the area Rob thought the rams had headed
The melting patches of snow made spotting rams tougher. But Rob found the group of rams seen 48 hours earlier, now located about 2 miles above our camp.
The snow cover made for some striking July scenery.
We got in position in a rock pile and waited out the rams in hopes they'd come our direction.
A nearby ground squirrel kept us company.
The rams stayed out of range, and stuck to terrain that made any approach unlikely for getting in bow range.
The ram at the lower left is the best and oldest one in the group.
After no luck with the rams, but not spooking them, we returned to camp around 10 pm that night.
During this time of year at this latitude there's really no full darkness at night. It stays almost fully light 24 hours a day. This picture was taken around midnight eastern time, with the sun still lighting up the mountain tops.
On the 9th day of this 10-day hunt, we'd need to start taking a bit more aggressive approach, with our time growing short.
The 6 rams had now moved quite a distance, as Rob spotted them skirting a ridgeline to the east. But this would give us a better chance at a stalk or ambush. If we could guess their route correctly, we might be able to cut them off.
It's too bad that you didn't have any nice scenery.
The stalk was going well as we'd found their likely travel path and belly crawled out ahead of the group, and we had the wind. But things went south after two of the smaller rams got out in front of the others, and fed within 45 yards of us. We were now pinned down from advancing any further towards the bigger rams. The other 4 rams, including two shooters then circled ahead, got downwind, and put a quick end to the stalk when they bolted off into the distance.
We worked the rest of the day to catch up with them, and were able to get another stalk while they were bedded on a high bench. But they slipped away again during that stalk and headed across a vast boulder field, then dropped into a distant valley. That's where we lost track of that group of rams, and never found them again.
Day 10 would be the last day of hunting, so we made a plan to take a circuitous hike that would eventually lead back towards base camp, while glassing for rams along the way.
We spotted this nice bull caribou feeding in a distant saddle. He was about 3 miles away, and feeding off in the opposite direction.
This large herd of ewes fed near a mountain top a couple miles distant.
This is one of the only places I've hunted where the flowing water doesn't need to be filtered. Here's Rob filling his bottle with more clean and delicious NWT water. I wasn't totally convinced at first, but we drank it straight from the stream all week, with no ill effects.
Day 10 would come to an close without seeing another sheep. As expected there's nothing guaranteed and nothing easy about this type of a bow hunt. But hey you know we don't do it just for the kill. The full experience in this unparalleled beautiful country is easily worth the time and effort. Plus, not getting a shot at a sheep has given me an excuse to return someday, hopefully soon. Thanks to all for reading this story.
Oh by the way, there IS just one more thing to mention.....I was also carrying a Mountain Caribou tag all week.
And at this point, we still had a few miles of hiking to get back to base camp......hold on here!
So, what a lucky coincidence that around 5 pm we came across this bull Caribou feeding slowly along, leisurely scratching himself, as you see in this pic.
The bull was out about 200 yards, but the 30-35 mph crosswinds violently whipping the brush around could mask our movements and help our chances for a stalk.
The wind would make shooting more difficult but it was worth a try. Rob looked the bull over through the binos, and asked if I wanted to go after him?
I think my response was something like: "Duhhh???"
We first crab-walked our way in to about 70 yards. Then the bull stepped behind a rock pile and that let us charge in to about 45 yards unseen.
I nocked an arrow and drew but had to let down a couple times waiting for a better angle.
Rob kept checking and calling out the yardage which was great.
The bull turned to a quartered-away position as I drew and let one fly at 43 yards.
I was then able to grab the camera and snap a few pictures of the events following. You are seeing the exit side of the bull in the pics.
The arrow as we found it stuck in the ground.
A couple of our happy shots.
Great job telling the story; that was a lot of work as the last post was almost 2 hours from the OP. Thanx for that.
What scenery. You did great to take a lot of pictures the entire trip.
Seems like you had a great hunt. If even a day hunt, I never feel let down by not bending limbs if I'm in animals and it seems like you were on them the entire time, which, IMO, is what it's all about.
I missed any reference to the difficulty of the hunt - it sure seemed like you did some climbing?
And you still have all of hunting season ahead of you :)
GL the rest of the season and thanx for the thread. Many of us wont ever do this and it's great to experience it 2nd hand.
EDIT: Ahh, you snuck that bou in there while I was restarting my machine since one-too-many F5 hits froze me up. That's a great animal! Grats on a great hunt!
Idyll- Yes I'd probably rate it as extremely physical based on how we hunted. But really it can be whatever you make of it. A guy could go as easy or as hard as he wants depending on his abilities. There were some guys in their 70's coming into camp when we left, and they will probably have great hunts too.
We got the Caribou broken down and the meat deboned, loaded up our packs and headed for base camp.
Upon returning to camp, two of the rifle hunters had their rams out on the trophy table. Dan's on the right was a 38-incher, and Don's was a little more broomed but the same age at 11 yrs old.
On day 11, the next batch of hunters arrived by float plane, which was to then take us back to Norman Wells.
The following day, Monday, was a civic Holiday across Canada, but Keith with the ENR was gracious enough to come in to the office on his day off to plug the rams and get us all the necessary export permits for our animals.
Fantastic thread...thanks for the great pictures that really helped it come alive...glad you got to end the hunt with that great bull. Looks like steep country...what was the elevation????
Congrats on a great hunt and bull. The photos where fantastic.
Great write up and photos. Thanks for sharing your adventure.
Congratulations on a beautiful bull. Great story and pictures.
Congrats! A great adventure! Mike
That’s an awesome photo album you made and thanks for sharing them with us. I bet those million dollar views are one reason you chose this area to hunt. Those are what dreams are made of. You certainly lived big on that hunt.
Congrats on the mtn caribou. Cool picture of the old-boy doing the wobbles.
Excellent story. Thanks for sharing.
Congrats on the bull and the adventure that you experienced. Thanks for the pics, hard to believe its been over a year now since I was there. Seems like you enjoyed hunting with Rob, I have booked a moose hunt for a few years out and hoping he will be able to be my guide again.
Congrats again,
Gene
Thanks for the comments.
Ted, as best I know, the elevation runs up to around 7000 feet or so in that country.
Gene, yes your epic hunt from last year is now legend around camp, anytime the conversation turns to bow hunting! The area where those 6 rams took off into oblivion on day 4 of my hunt is near the spot where you nailed your ram. Your Moose hunt should be fantastic. The said they're fully booked on Moose thru 2018.
Congrats and thanks for sharing
Congrats on the Caribou. Sounds like a great adventure to go on. Thank you
Congrats on an awesome adventure. Thanks for taking the time to do the write up and take us along.
Greg: Great story!! Sorry you didn't get your ram, but congrats on the great bull! Excellent pictures. I had one of the pika squirrels chew the rubber off the handle of one of my hiking poles when I dropped them during a stalk. Your pictures bring back a lot of great memories. Well done!
Tom, your the comment about the Pika reminded me about all the little critters they have up there. For those considering doing this trip, I'd most definitely NOT recommend taking a tent without a floor. Anything left outside your tent or in the vestibule is subject to exploitation by every manner of rodent species! One or more of the little critters were especially attracted to Rob's Nallo2 tent, visiting him every night, and gnawing the cinch buckle clean off one of the compression sacks he left out.
My tent attracted one particular bird that liked to perch on the ridge pole and break into song at night. He might've served as a natural morning alarm, except with no clear dawn or dusk times, he was up there singing at random times all night.
Great story and congrats on a great hunt!!!
great story! was the rainfly zipper messed up on your tent sticksender?
Awesome pictures and story, thanks for sharing!!!!Congrats on a beautiful caribou.
Great hunt. THanks for sharing
Canadians like their Monday holidays:) Usually one per month!
Congrats for getting a fine bull and posting all those great pictures. Bow hunting sheep is very tough and I commend you for hanging in there all the way! C
Great story, pictures, and hunt!!!
What kind of camera did you use?
Thanks for sharing!
Great story, great pics and congrats on the really nice mountain caribou!
Thanks for taking the time to put it all together.
Greg: Great story!! Sorry you didn't get your ram, but congrats on the great bull! Excellent pictures. I had one of the pika squirrels chew the rubber off the handle of one of my hiking poles when I dropped them during a stalk. Your pictures bring back a lot of great memories. Well done!
Tom lay off the energy drinks. lol
Great story! Sure appreciate you doing this write up as it was enjoyed by many. Thank you!
Great story and outstanding pics. That snow may have been a pain in the a$$, but what a treat to experience that beauty. Congrats on a great trophy! Thanks for taking the time to share your experience.
Great story! Thanks for sharing!
Greg, Congrats on a adventure....you have the knack for great story telling (and pics)!
Congrats on a very nice bull!
Mark
Great write up and photos. Thanks for sharing your adventure. ONe of the best photographic recaps ever on this site.........bar none.
Thanks for taking us along with you on the hunt! Great pictures!
Awesome story! Thanks for sharing.
Really Epic thread...lots of great pictures...my favorite picture is the lone man in the vast boulder field....really nice.
Someday.... someday I will hunt Dalls...
Congratulations on a nice bull!
Thanks for sharing the adventure.
looks like fun! Great bull!
Freakin' Awesome!!! Congrats on the bou...thanks for sharing!
Great pix. Great story......
Outstanding!! Congrats...what a great hunt with a fun ending!
Awesome story as usual! Congrats on the fine caribou. Thanks for sharing. Sandbrew
Congrats Greg on a great hunt and story!
Thanks for sharing your hunt with us! Sheep hunting is tough!
Thank you for posting. What a trip. Cant wait for when you return. Best of luck. HUNT
What a great story, thank you for sharing. I don't know much about mountain 'bous, but that looks like a heck of a bull to me?
Why don't you hunt sheep when they are sleeping? Can't you try to stalk them while they are bedded?
Awesome! Glad you got the great caribou! Mike
flyingbrass- no actually the rain fly and zipper were fine, I just had it flung open in that pic.
offhntn- for these backpack type hunts I carry a smallish camera, an older Olympus model SP550UZ. Not a bad camera at all for a point-and-shoot type. I keep it in a pouch on my waist belt most of the time unless I'm stalking an animal.
stekewood- yes the snow was beautiful but a nuisance from the standpoint of stealing a day of hunting time from us. We could've fought through it with our rain gear on, but with no visibility for glassing, we were totally out of commission for finding sheep.
JLS- yes jmho I think he's a real good bull, especially for a bow kill. There are some even bigger ones around for sure, but he was the biggest we saw during the hunt and I just got lucky that he presented a chance to stalk.
About your question on hunting the sheep in their beds. Yes it sure is do-able when the terrain allows it. The one thing to keep in mind is the large distances needed to be covered in that vast wide-open terrain that you're hunting up there. While we could often close the gap, by the time we'd get there, the sheep would be up and moving again. They will sometimes bed for hours, but other times maybe only a few minutes. And they were COMPLETELY unpredictable as to where they'd go when they got up. There was no repeating pattern. So it's sometimes better to watch from a distance, and then make a move to try and cut them off once they commit to a direction of travel.
Also they're savvy enough to bed in spots where they can see danger approaching in all directions. And are almost ALWAYS bedded with several other rams in a group. Lots of eyes watching in all directions. Their vision, like with all other sheep, is incredible....they don't miss much. I've heard it's similar to 10x binocular vision, and that seems about right. And the problem is that if you spook them, as we found out, they can travel a LONG ways before stopping. And then you might have no rams to stalk. It's not like there are rams on every ridgeline, so you have to play it very cautious, lest you'll be back to square one on finding more sheep. That next group of rams might be 5-10 miles away. A real issue for the hunter on foot, who has limited time to hunt. All of the above is what makes them so frustrating and yet at the same time a real blast to hunt.
What a hunt Greg! Many great photos you took. THX for sharing. I'm glad to hear and was hoping that Rob would be your guide! He's the man!
Congrats on an adventure and a real nice mountain caribou! Hope you can get back up for Dall sheep again soon.
Thanks much for taking us along on that trip. Great story and awesome pics. Bet it was tough glassing up white sheep in the snow!
Tough place to bowhunt, a little unlucky with the sheep, but a dandy bull with a great shot. Congrats!
Make sure you take us along again on the next sheep hunt.... =D
Great thread Greg!
Thanks so much for sharing with us all.
Good luck, Robb
Interesting, I didn't realize they wandered so much.
Your scenery photos are incredible, worth the trip right there to get to see country like that during the midnight sun.
Awesome hunt Greg, congrats on a great Bou....
Greg, WOW! That Dall sheep hunt has always been on my bucket list but unfortunately it will not happen at this stage of my life.
Great photo essay, and having done that, surly know the time and effort, beyond the hunt, to share your story. So thanks. Breath-taking for sure as I could feel the stress and strain of the hunt. Congrats on the "bou" as that last minute hunt surely added frosting to the cake.
My best, Paul
Really cool story, even better pics! I really appreciate you taking us along on your journey. Nice bou! Congratulations.
What a great adventure and thanks for sharing!
Guide: Do you want to go after this beautiful velvet mountain caribou bull?
Hunter: Are you insane?... Yeesssss!
Very, very well done and congratulations on that 'bou. Would love to have one like that. There's always next time for the Dall.
Sticksender,
I had heard that their eyesight was like 8X or 10X binoculars as well.
When we autopsied my Desert Bighorn, we removed one of the eyeballs, and sliced it in half....removing the lens. We then held it up next to a pop can, and the really small writing on the can (ingredients, etc) was several times larger. There was clearly a magnifying effect....I just don't know it how it equates to human eyesight....
Well said Greg-
About your question on hunting the sheep in their beds. Yes it sure is do-able when the terrain allows it. The one thing to keep in mind is the large distances needed to be covered in that vast wide-open terrain that you're hunting up there. While we could often close the gap, by the time we'd get there, the sheep would be up and moving again. They will sometimes bed for hours, but other times maybe only a few minutes. And they were COMPLETELY unpredictable as to where they'd go when they got up. There was no repeating pattern. So it's sometimes better to watch from a distance, and then make a move to try and cut them off once they commit to a direction of travel.
Also they're savvy enough to bed in spots where they can see danger approaching in all directions. And are almost ALWAYS bedded with several other rams in a group. Lots of eyes watching in all directions. Their vision, like with all other sheep, is incredible....they don't miss much. I've heard it's similar to 10x binocular vision, and that seems about right. And the problem is that if you spook them, as we found out, they can travel a LONG ways before stopping. And then you might have no rams to stalk. It's not like there are rams on every ridgeline, so you have to play it very cautious, lest you'll be back to square one on finding more sheep. That next group of rams might be 5-10 miles away. A real issue for the hunter on foot, who has limited time to hunt. All of the above is what makes them so frustrating and yet at the same time a real blast to hunt.
The only regret was not having more days to hunt.....I'd have been game to go for as long as it took. But we ran out of days and Stan's 6 guides were allocated to 6 inbound hunters, so extending the hunt wasn't an available option as it turned out.
When bowhunting for any species of bighorn, if there's any way possible I think you want to schedule a longer hunt. But in most cases with these outfitted type hunts you're going to be slotted into the same 7-10 day window as firearms hunters. I feel fortunate for my Stone Sheep hunt next year to possibly have up 19-20 days of hunting time. Obviously the point is moot if a guy kills on day 2 or 3, but that's not the norm for an archery sheep hunt.
Great adventure, thx for sharing
Incredible adventure! Read every word and really neat to see a hunt day by day like that. Well done!
Sticksender is a true sportsman if there ever was one!
Thanks for sharing Sticksender. That was a great story to read. Where is your Stone hunt next year?
sheepaddict, thanks, and it's in BC with Leif Olsen
Great report Greg.
It took me a long time to realize a hunt can end without the trophy and still be a success.
It took me even longer to realize a hunt can end with the trophy and be a failure.
Your hunt was an adventure and you lived it up till the last minute. You even came home with a great consolation with the awesome Mountain Caribou you took. And you get to go do it all again someday. What can be better than that?
I look back on some of the hunts I've done and have killed out on the first day and I now realize, despite having the head on the wall, that I missed out on the hunt. For example, I killed my Mountain Caribou with Arctic Red on my first day and didn't get the tremendous experience of hunting Mountain Caribou in the MacKenzie's for 7 days.
So it's all about perspective.
Great job and thanks again for the report.
Thanks for posting and taking us along on your hunt. That's a super Mountian caribou.
Bow Sheep hunts are never a guarantee but the scenery and challenge is worth it.
Congrats on a great adventure.
Sticksender,
My friend is with Leif now, he is due back on Sept 3. If you want I can let you know how he does or get you his contact info, if you want to talk to him. I understandvLeif only takes one bowhunter per year.
Gene
Gene- Yes most definitely that'd be great to talk with him later. The previous year's bowhunter tagged out on a ram and shared the whole story with me.
Congrats on an incredible adventure and taking the time to share! One day......
