Grand Slam! Part 4

With disappointment taking over our once high spirits, we didn’t give up.  Instead, we went on the ridge to the left and glassed for those sheep and any others that might be with them.  A few hours later, Shawn spotted them.  They were feeding near the same area, just giving us the slip all afternoon!  So with our feet following our excitement, we headed down the trail as fast as we could. We arrived at camp and threw, yes threw, everything we didn’t need out of our heavy packs and took our light packs up the hill after these sheep. With just two hours of shooting light left, we had to be fast, but also careful. We made it to the top of the ridge and spotted all six rams ‘bout nine hundred yards away.  Dustin thought he could get us a bit closer.  Yet instead of walking on the nice grassy side of the mountain, he suggested we cross over into the cliffs. Yes, vertical cliffs!  As Dad and I contemplated the cliffs, he made the comment, “Don’t worry Sara, if you fall, you’ll roll at least half a mile.  It’s not the fall you have to worry ‘bout, it’s the landing.”