After 26 years of applying, I finally drew a Colorado bighorn sheep license. I prepared all summer, getting in shape along with my husband. Before opening day of the season, we hiked with a longtime friend near the summit of the mountain we would be hunting. We set up our spike camp the day before season so we would have a shorter hike opening morning. With opening morning’s arrival, we were all excited.
As we hiked to where we wanted to glass, I could not help but wonder what would be on the other side of the ridge.
When we approached the glassing point, my husband looked back at us and indicated with hand signals that sheep were located.
After glassing them for a while, we knew there were two shooters in the band of rams. We stalked in closer and, once in position, waited for three hours in the baking sun for the rams to position themselves for a shot. Then it happened, the ram I wanted stood and presented a shot. With that one shot, my ram fell immediately. Even though it was only a 150-yard shot, it took us nearly 20 minutes to cross the mountain to where the ram lay.
When I put my hands on it, emotions ran over me. Finally, I was able to hold the golden horns of a bighorn ram. Not just any ram -- my ram.
It was an experience worth waiting 26 years. For all of you other sheep hunters that have been applying for years, don’t give up.