shines@times
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He's in deep very very deep.
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He's in deep very very deep.
The pack is a 10 year old Mystery Ranch, well built but heavy. I'm a screwed up mess when it comes to shooting. Shoot my gun left handed and shoot my bow right handed.@
BigHornRam
Nice series of pictures you posted. Together with the concise captions, they tell a story of an enviable adventure.
That's a good looking pack harness in the warming fire photo. By the way, are you a southpaw?
Is that a left hand Kifaru Rambling Rifle?The pack is a 10 year old Mystery Ranch, well built but heavy. I'm a screwed up mess when it comes to shooting. Shoot my gun left handed and shoot my bow right handed.
Yes, 7-08. Also have a 358 Winchester barrel for it.Is that a left hand Kifaru Rambling Rifle?
Hey shines
The pic is of a hilleberg tent
Solid tent, just a little on the heavy side
@ kad11
Recognizing the possibility that you might actually be cut-out for adventures in Bighorn country, and simply chose an overwhelming approach for your first attempt, I want to chime in with what I hope will be a few words of encouragement.
"Rimrocked" would have never entered the American vernacular if only experienced by a handful of people. Likely, everyone who seriously enters wildness away from roads and trails, and certainly the regular contributors to this "MT Unlimited" thread, have shared your experience at some point. Personally, I can distinctly recall three times when I feared serious injury, or even death, were only one poorly-chosen or failing foothold away. Two of those instances were encountered during solo ventures. The most recent, when I seriously, though briefly, considered abandoning a traditional-style muzzle loader I had not yet fitted with a sling in order to free both hands for clutching tenuous handholds, was more than 30 years ago. All remain vivid lessons in my memory. None diminished my fondness for wild country. Instead, they intensified the sense of adventure and the satisfaction of learning and adapting,
If that picture doesn't get a guy going and wanting to get back in there and pound it I dunno what would. Hands down one of the greatest pics from the ul areas ive ever seen.
WOW! That shot says a lot!
Glad to hear you are alright Gomer. Will you still get to give it another go this year?
Also, if you don't mind my asking here, is your sheep hunting partner also a Hunt Talk member? (I'm guessing, tough as you are, that you didn't set the camera on a tripod then hop down that slope while the self-timer counted down .)
He checks out the forum a bit. Not sure if he even has a user name.
Hoping to give it another round if it stays open.
Out earlier than expected by things weren't really lining up out there. It was 4 days before I even saw a ungulate animal and so I decided to come out and regroup. Hope everyone else is having some luck out there. Looking to get back in soon.
Your post reminded me of a quote I've shared before that shows that even crusty old Elmer Keith was awed by the grandeur of the high country and saw it in the same manner Sigurd Olsen did the Boundary Waters.
“Have you ever seen a mature bighorn ram silhouetted on the sky line of his rugged domain? If so, then you know that no word picture can ever quite do him justice. Ranging at or above timber line, no other animal so typifies, or is so symbolic of, the rugged grandeur of the lofty snow-covered peaks, beautiful glacier-fed lakes and alpine meadows of the Rocky Mountain chain. Some of the wildest, roughest and most beautiful country that God ever made.”