“In Sept of 2006 I was on my way to hunt Big Horn with Scott Carter Outfitting. Scott hunts just south of Grande Prairie Alberta. Scott met me at the airport, and informed me they had two feet of snow the day before. The first day we couldn’t get up the mountain, so we stayed in camp. It was warm and the snow was shrinking fast. Day two we made our way up the mountain (it was a battle). WE made the first stop where we could glass the surrounding mountains. Scott knows these mountains well and knew where the sheep would probably be. Scott had four rams in his binoculars before I got mine out of my jacket. Two rams were full curl plus and one 3/4 plus, and the other one was safe for another year. We spent the rest of the day watching the four rams and keeping an eye out for rams on the other mountains. Day three was rain and snow so we stayed in camp. Day four we were making a climb to put a stalk on the four rams, as we were nearing the top, the clouds were doing the same. When we reached the top it started to snow. We decided to go down, one good thing we had a trail through the snow. Day five was rain again. Day six we went back up the mountain. It was a lot easier our trail from two before was frozen and was like walking up stairs. We reached the top, the four rams were in the same spot. Scott decided we would take the easy way and work our way through the timber. We could get a 400 yd. Shot as long as they came down to feed. Luck was not on our side they went up to feed. We were frustrated, but decided we would get him tomorrow. Day seven we left at 6:00 am and made our way to the top and found the rams in the same spot. We decided to make the long walk around the mountain and try to make the stalk. We stopped for a break about a half mile from where the rams were. Scott saw tracks coming from where the rams were. He followed the tracks and yes the rams had moved, they were bedded down on the next mountain. We couldn’t do anything, the rams could see us. If they got up and feed toward us, we could get a shot but luck was not with us again, they went the other direction and over the top. We made our way down the mountain and up the next hoping we would find them just over the top. Scott spotted them, but they were well over 1000 yards and no chance of making a stalk, without them seeing us. It was late in the day, and we were worried we might not see them again Scott said the smallest one is the only one facing us, if we make it to the bottom we could get a shot. Somehow we made it without spooking them. Scott picked out the biggest one and ranged him at 613 yards. I put two rounds in him and he was mine. We took pictures, caped him out, and started the long journey back to camp. We made it back at 5:00 am, a 23 hour day, but well worth it. It was a 16"x37" ram on both sides. I would like to thank Scott and his staff. He was an excellent guide.”

Hudson, Wisconsin