My dad lucked out in Wyo and was drawn 3 consecutive times for big horn. I'm with you, that was also my greatest hunt and the greatest meat. We had to ride horseback 20 miles in the high country to get to this forgotten area after the mountainside trail washed out years before. It was like fourwheeling Cliffhanger with unpredictable horses and whips! That ram supplied my meaty feasts during the college years and supplied great satisfaction at each meal! Since my dad has so many rams he has hoofs turned into ash trays, desk lamps, and thermometers. Plus we saved the scrotum sacks! LOL
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