Nevada Snow

By Scott Sampson
Nevada, DIY, Public Land

Scott Sampson - Nevada SnowApril/May 2014 EHJ (Issue 142) - Living in the great state of Nevada my entire life, I applied each and every year for Nevada big game tags.

As we finished up my online application process my son Kyler said, "Hey Dad, did you know you have 17 bonus points for desert sheep?”

Wow, 17 straight years of applying for sheep.

"Yeah, and I won’t draw that tag for another 17 years!”

He looked at me and said, "You are going to draw a sheep tag this year.”

As the months passed and the deadline for notification of drawn tags growing closer, Kyler continued to reassure me that I was going to draw a Nevada desert sheep tag. Never giving much thought to the posting date, I went to work and returned home at the end of the day.

Kyler also returned home from work and yelled, "Dad, you drew! You drew a sheep tag!”

I had drawn my third choice for a Nevada desert sheep tag. Within weeks guides started mailing me information packets but Kyler and I were very determined that we had the right equipment, skills and determination for a DIY sheep hunt.

As August approached and with sheep season starting on November 20, we planned our first scouting trip. We drove four hours to reach my unit that included four different mountain ranges, all within sight of each other. My entire hunting area would have to be accessed by foot and we found ourselves walking into an area where we could look directly downhill into a very large and rugged canyon. We spotted a guzzler three-quarters of the way down the canyon and knew it had to be flown in by a helicopter.

After several minutes of glassing Kyler blurted out, "I’ve got sheep below us.”

My heart started racing as he excitedly told me he had eight or nine good rams bedded down in the shade just uphill from the guzzler. We spent the next day scouting different areas of this mountain.

On the next trip, we arrived late in the evening and started scouting. It wasn’t long before we had three rams spotted. All three rams were shooters. We noticed that the largest of the three rams was chasing and trying to breed a ewe. We named him "HD.” One of the other rams had a gimp when he walked. We named him "Old Boy” and the third ram seemed to follow the other two rams so we called him "Tag- Along.” From that point on, the two of us had nothing on our mind but sheep and sheep hunting. Every time Kyler and I had days off together we spent it scouting.

Scott Sampson - Nevada Snow

For a full account of Scott's adventure, go to page 42 in the April/May 2014 issue of Eastmans' Hunting Journal.