A Bighorn Crags pic from a few years ago. They call this spot the Beaver Slide. Horses would slip and go down to the bottom to meet their death maybe a couple times every year, at that spot in the northern portion of the Crags. The Beaver Slide isn't as treacherous as it used to be, I'm told, but still has it's spots.
My Uncle had the luck of getting a couple Sheep hunts in that magnificent hunting area over 50 years ago, and filled his tag on one of those two Sheep trips.
My Dad was still alive when I came home from the trip, and I wish I had took more pictures, so my Dad could have smiled a few more times that day. He was in serious pain for years before he passed away, so seeing him diverted from a grueling existence was a great feeling.
But back to this trip- we would hike for a half hour or more, then stop and fish for a while at one lake, catch a few , and then hike to the next lake, enjoy the view, and cast the lines to catch more feisty and fat Rainbows , At one lake we caught a few pretty Goldens.
My wonderful wife really enjoyed that trip, and says those 5 days went by much too quickly.
The weather was perfect, except for a couple hours the second day, when the cold wind blew down from above. We retreated inside the tent, and covered up in the double sleeping bag we bought for the trip. We warmed up quickly, and were thankful for having such a good down bag.
We watched Sheep high above our camp at Birdbill Lake, while we ate meals a couple evenings.
We caught and released more trout on one of those days than I have ever done before, or have done since. Weather, a magical spot we found , and the Fish Gods were blessing us on the third day when we reeled in fish after fish.
We didn't see any Elk, and only a few Deer during that trip, but the Sheep navigating the steep slopes of Fishfin Ridge will always be etched in my memory. I feel just as blessed by watching them from our camp chairs as I think drawing a Sheep tag, and scoring a nice Ram would be. I'm sure those of you who have drawn and filled a tag would disagree, but from my perspective, it isn’t always about taking some meat, or hanging a mount on the wall, it's just being there.
My wife is behind the pack horse carrying our gear, and the outfitter is in the lead at one of the switchbacks.