Colorado, 2008, DIY, Public Land
I have been hunting deer and elk with the same bunch of guys for over 25 years, but I was slow in catching the sheep hunting bug, even after my friend Tony Marostica drew the unit’s only rifle tag and killed a great ram there in 1992. When I finally did draw a tag, Tony and my oldest son, David, agreed to help me scout.
I had hunted deer and elk around the area for years, but had never gone up on the mountain peaks where the sheep normally are. Tony spent the day showing me where most of the sheep had been taken in the unit.
Another good friend and longtime hunting buddy, Doug Holladay, had agreed to help me pack my spike camp into the wilderness area a couple of days before the opener. But when the alarm went off on opening morning, I heard Doug say, “Don’t bother to get up. It’s so foggy out there you can’t see the end of the pup tent.”
The fog finally lifted about 10 a.m., but only the top of the mountain was clear. We spent all day hiking and glassing along the peaks, but we did not see a single sheep.
Work called me away for the next few days, but I made it back up on the mountain with David. We spotted some sheep, including a ram I decided to pass on. As the season went on, work kept me from hunting other than on weekends, but I made the most of it. At least access to the unit from home was relatively easy.
That also proved to be a mixed blessing, because I found myself frequently encountering casual hikers, mushroom pickers, and woodcutters who weren’t making any effort to be quiet and were scaring the sheep away.
For a full account of Gregg's adventure, go to page 26 in the August/September 2009 issue of Eastmans' Hunting Journal.