All is good....No all is Great.
10:00 pm. turn off light... time to sleep....
Can’t sleep because I keep trying to analysis the last 3 days. Start doubting plan.
However my guide and I discussed various details. Now don’t get me wrong the guide is the boss, but together our 100 years of combined hunting experience is an asset. Besides we both love to “just talk hunting”.
Check phone alarm set...5:00 am now it’s 10.50.
Word of the night TRUST.
5:00 am.....time to wake up
however remember all the eating.... now it hits bottom.... I mean hits bottom.
5:25 check pack for an (extra) roll
Breakfast who cares.....
6:00 am I begin my last morning walk through the dark to the prime sitting location.
Guide wishes me luck and off I go.
Arrive 6:42 . Temp 55. Put on my light jacket. My spirt is alive. No matter how the day unfolds I am blessed.
Now this part of the story takes an unusual twist. I’m sitting in silence slowing moving my eyes and head left then right.... right then left. Checking each bush, tree, cactus just to make sure it’s as it appears. You know when that bush looks just like the game animal you are after then you slowing raise your binoculars to see a “bush”.
Check time 7:20. The next 15 minutes I don’t remember. I instantly fell asleep. Now usually I nod and nod... fighting to stay awake. I just plain “fell asleep” just a calmly as taking my next breath.
Then my eyes open and I raise my head and standing 75 yards in front of me was the ‘Holy Grail” and 5 brothers. I'm in shock. Not to shocked to slowly raise my 30-06. Slide off the safety with the utmost in care. No sound. I set the rear trigger and place the cross hairs between his shoulder blades. As he once again is facing me head on but this time his head is down feeding. I touch the trigger and the silence is broken. The magnificent old warrior drops in his tracks. I sit there in disbelief.
Still in shock I keep the animal in the cross hairs. No movement. A few minutes later I compose myself and decide to text my guide..... no I'll call...... no I'll text..... Oh what the hell I'm calling. He can hear the excitement in my voice as I say “I got him” His reply is emotional. Only a response two fellow hunters can feel.
In about 15 minutes he rounds the corner in the ranch truck and I can hear his yell, not only one. We sound like a couple of children.... Yes Diana..... on Christmas morning.
Pictures to follow. Yes a picture will be worth a thousand words. Pure Mouflon: 38 1/2 x 39Ranch: Priour
Guide: John Huber