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Yep, the Apex.

Great pix guys!

Green with envy here in Texas.






Prolly the closest I'll ever get to Sheep......





mainly cause they are targets of opportunity at my lease, and it's DIY ( don't do guided hunts)




Heading up to perforate some porkers in the AM,











Catch ya' on the flip side!

ya!

GWB

It is!

I love to see kids doing what kids should be doing.

luv2safari;
Good evening to you sir, I hope the day behaved and you're well.

Thanks for that story sir, I'll bet it was a different speed 50 years back.

We're still fairly rover jover rural down in the south valley, but it's the fastest growing spot in BC right now so that's a double edged sword for sure.

Here's another view of Vaseux, from shore.



All the best and good hunting.

Dwayne

Great pic.

Thank you guys...

Trying...

We would love to hear the story of the plan, the stalk, hunt, shot, rig you used and kill sometime.

From a long time ago and far away.... actually luv2safari's turf...

That one was in south Louisiana.



from Wiki:

A buddy of mine from last year.

At the time I lived a few hundred miles from the hunting unit.
So I made a scouting trip by myself, slept in my truck, extremely minimalist.
The mountain range was steep and approximately 25 miles long with a road at the base on both sides, range ran North to South.
On my scouting trip I climbed the mountain in several places and found only ewes and lambs.
I found a camp spot at the base of the mountain with a running creek, a real luxury!
On the hunt I would be accompanied by my brother and a buddy from Oregon.
My strategy was to divide the mountain into 3 mile increments, climb up, traverse the crest, looking down both sides. Drop off the mountain in the evening and be picked up at the bottom by my brother and friend.
I did this for 5 days and was running out of territory with no luck.
On the North end of the range was a dirt road that actually crested the range, it was much lower elevation on that end. So we drove to the top was dropped off. From there it was uphill as we worked the crest of the range heading South.
That's when I found my ram. I shot him below the crest on the backside of the mountain. I packed the head and front quarters up to the crest then down to the dirt road at the bottom of the mountain where my buddy was waiting with the truck.
The next day I climbed the mountain by myself , recovered the remaining meat and met my brother and pard at the base of the mountain....
Then we went into town , drank, celebrated and believe it or not did the laundry of my fellow sheep hunter while they drove 150 miles to Winnemucca to restock provision as their hunt was going much longer than expected.
A local guy had a walk in cooler and let me store my meat, when I say town it was a town of 32 people. I had hunted out of there years before for sage grouse and chukar and deer.
It was a once in a lifetime hunt... literally as once you draw a tag you can never draw another.
To return to an old stomping ground and kill a ram is more than I could have ever dreamed of.

Sunrise at my moose mountain

The one that got away.

Another previously posted favorite that I just love....

Oh one other thing brother Jag, at the time I befriended Ross Seyfried and we strategized about the hunt, when I told him I was using a 270, he was vey pleased... until I told him I was using a 130gr Nosler Accubond.... he was disgusted and thought I should have used a 140 gr Failsafe of which I had several hundred.....

My best caribou....

Long ago.... shot literally in the canyon behind my house at the time

Sheep.....gotta luv them, and gotta hate them.

The next generation of shooters/hunters.....my Gkids.






Check out the miniature shooting bench I built.