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If i have told this before, forgive me I am 87 years old.
Decades ago I went Marco Polo ship hunting. Traveling in I was accompanied by two famous hunters we were sent to three different camps. I was told they both quickly collected nice rams and left after a few days. Whereas I hunted hard for three weeks from a spike camp located at 15,000 feet. I had hunted in tough terrain but this was the toughest and still is the toughest and I was in great shape but completely worn to a frazzle. Finally, at dawn we spotted eight rams high above us working their way to a bedding ground. The lead ram was huffing and puffing with his tongue out. We were a long way below, I knew this was going to be tough. Finally after struggling upwards for hours through snow we spotted them above us bedded down far across a canyon. The guide said to shoot the one bedded down on the far left . My shot was 320 yards using my day pack on a rock for a rest. At the shot he lunged up and ran uphill to the right chasing the other rams. The men screamed shoot again but he stopped with his head down then collapsed. We slipped and slid down and then upwards. Two of the men whispered at each other and in broken English began repeating i had shot the wrong ram. I was discouraged working upward after all the effort to make such a mistake was almost more than I could bear. Then as we got closer I noticed the big right horn sticking out of the snow. I thought my how big was the good ram? When we reached the animal they began to laugh. They were teasing me. The monster was over 60 inches with one horn broomed.
A trophy of a lifetime
Decades ago I went Marco Polo ship hunting. Traveling in I was accompanied by two famous hunters we were sent to three different camps. I was told they both quickly collected nice rams and left after a few days. Whereas I hunted hard for three weeks from a spike camp located at 15,000 feet. I had hunted in tough terrain but this was the toughest and still is the toughest and I was in great shape but completely worn to a frazzle. Finally, at dawn we spotted eight rams high above us working their way to a bedding ground. The lead ram was huffing and puffing with his tongue out. We were a long way below, I knew this was going to be tough. Finally after struggling upwards for hours through snow we spotted them above us bedded down far across a canyon. The guide said to shoot the one bedded down on the far left . My shot was 320 yards using my day pack on a rock for a rest. At the shot he lunged up and ran uphill to the right chasing the other rams. The men screamed shoot again but he stopped with his head down then collapsed. We slipped and slid down and then upwards. Two of the men whispered at each other and in broken English began repeating i had shot the wrong ram. I was discouraged working upward after all the effort to make such a mistake was almost more than I could bear. Then as we got closer I noticed the big right horn sticking out of the snow. I thought my how big was the good ram? When we reached the animal they began to laugh. They were teasing me. The monster was over 60 inches with one horn broomed.
A trophy of a lifetime