We began our stalk around the backside of a steep ridge. Josh and I were leapfrogging making sure someone always had their eyes on the rams. Climbing cliffs and trying not to skyline ourselves made for one heck of a stalk that got both of our hearts racing. We were on the final few hundred yards of our approach behind a knob when the rams got up and began to move toward the next ridge. I set my rifle up and waited for the rams to stop. Josh ranged the monarch and I started trying to get my heartbeat under control. I began to pull the trigger only to realize the safety was on. This little mishap had me shaking my head for a minute. I got my head back into focus just in time to watch the rams start cresting the ridge.