heheh ktc...now why would want to bring up a sore issue?
Yes, I did get a barb on the last afternoon of the last day, but talk about your ground shrinkage...
Glassed him tucked in some rocks bedded about two-thirds up a 100' cliff, the fourteenth one I'd seen that day. Belly crawled to where I ranged him at 305 yards. Pulled the bi-pod out of my pack and attached it to my 7 mag. Facing almost directly towards me, I thought his horns looked pretty decent compared to his body. Put a rock under the butt of my gun so that it was a completely dead rest. Rested the cross hairs just below and to the right of the base of his neck. Squeezed the trigger and sent a 175-grained Bear Claw to make his acquaintance. Bullet struck within an inch or so of where I held the crosshairs. Sheep pitched forward a couple of steps and then took a head-over-heels tumble down the cliff. Exhilaration!! Hoofed it over and scaled accross the cliff to find him hung-up in a juniper about twenty feet from the bottom. What the crap? Horns were not impressive--just looked big from a distance because of a small body.
So, having proved myself to be such a poor judge of horns, are you sure you're willing to accept the invite? ;-)
P.S., despite all my whining, he's been excellent table fare...