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When I have a hard time selling something I eventually price it at what I told my wife I paid for it....only then it sells pretty quickly.

Please give me a call, 516-217-1000, whether you purchased this from us or not we would like to intervene and assist in getting this issue resolved for you. Doug

I would give something away before voting for a Democrat or their ways.

It may not apply above but, PointGuard is messing up the figures and max points needed. People are donating and turning in their tags because it wasn't a great growth year or various other reasons. In some cases the next applicant was contacted so they can hunt and it uses their points (and no longer in the pool) but in others the tag went to non-profit orgs to distribute (no points removed from pool). These tags can take a lifetime to draw and with PointGuard we are going to experience point creep that it may take two lifetimes. It's messed up when a guy donates the tag to keep his points and then the non-profit grants that tag to his son. Whenever there are rules, people will play them. What are your thoughts?

Killed my buck on Jan 10th as he was trailing a doe. Saw other buck and doe combinations a few days prior to that see pics. I am sure the rut is in full swing as usual for this period of time.

It’s been a roller coaster weather wise in Southern Arizona, snow, fog, ice cold wind, 14 degree mornings. Manage to harvest on the 3rd stalk at 11 yards. While stalking they decided it was nap time, all 15 pigs huddled up under a mesquite. We sat back and relaxed 80 yards away til they got up and moving again.

I leave Saturday for Sonora, hunting with a buddy who I haven't hunted with since the late 90's. Pretty stoked.

20 more than me😝

Very true!

Jeez, I wish I could draw tag number 1 on my first choice hunt for elk, sheep and antelope! Feeling pretty lucky this year, 2 javelina hunts, 2 turkey hunts, a Mexico coues hunt and a trip to Thailand, all by May!

That's like 19 to many, congratulations

Thanks for all the help. I think it’s the defrost control board. I’m going to swap it out and cross fingers. When fuse is replaced and when unit runs briefly, it is stuck on aux/defrost mode

I'm going to alternate daily between my muzzleloader and bow, but will have my Coonan 357 magnum on my hip.🐗🔫😎

Reloading stuff has always been hard to sell, unless you're selling the Unicorn like Federal 215 match primers or h4350 powder. Maybe you are overpriced on the firearms?

Best of luck and stay safe! You couldnt pay me to cross the border.......

Sorry guys, here's the scoop for this year in 19A....... My buddies daughter scored a nice cow in the Cherry area in the late October hunt and they saw a nice little 3x3 bull running with the cows. They also saw a bear in the area. My bull hunt was uneventful.....in fact, did not see a single elk! Did see a photo of a very nice 340 class bull that was shot in 19A by another friend who had the bull tag. That bull was a toad and I was amazed to hear of a bull that size was in 19A.

I had the pleasure of enjoying about as much coues deer hunting one man can handle in any given year. I’m always grateful for the time I get to spend with my family and friends out in the field. They are truly the days I cherish most. I’m often given a hard time by some about hunting too much and my response has been the same many times. “When I lie on my death bed with my family and close friends around, I doubt I will tell them.... I wished I would have worked more Saturdays”. On with the good stuff! My hunting partner Nelson drew first blood of the season. He had packed in early and due to work, I didn’t hike in until Friday morning. We glassed the morning and didn’t turn much up. By 11, I was exhausted and went down for a mid-day nap. I get woken up by Nelson telling me has a one of the bucks located that we were looking for. Oddly enough, he is bedded only 400 yards away in a spot we hammered glassing all morning. He ends up making about a 420-yard shot and completely rocks the buck, on video no less. It was a quick hunt and we decided to pack out the buck together and re-group at home. We previously planned on me staying behind at our spot and Nelson return the following day after he packed out his buck. We mainly decided to do this based on an incoming storm, 2 days of bad weather were on the way. Nelson 2018 Buck Tank Jr. Kill Shot Iphone.mp4 We tried a new area on Saturday and in the afternoon, I glassed up what appeared to be a good shooter from a distance. We had decided to take only one rifle on the backpack hunt to save weight, plan was to kill two bucks on a backpack hunt. And knowing that long in advance I hadn’t done my homework very well with my new set up. I added a suppressor onto my hunting rifle and “thought” all was well and it was ready to go after what seemed to be great results at the range with one trip out. 🙄 Welp…… that line of thinking led to me missing my buck more than once and I ultimately had a long shameful walk out back to the truck Saturday night. I shelved my rifle and grabbed my wife’s killing machine for the rest of my hunt. We looked high and low for the buck I missed that night for a few days and finally on Wednesday afternoon I was able to relocate him about 600 yards from his original location. Redemption was mine, I had missed him with my rifle at 5-520 yards and I dropped him in his tracks late Wednesday afternoon at 518 yards. Nelson was well over a mile away looking from a different angle, so I ended up taking pics with the iphone and packing out solo which was actually a first for me. It’s the first rifle buck I’ve killed and packed out solo. He tried to head my way to give me a hand, but got cliffed out and ended up rock climbing in the dark before he had to throw in the towel and back track off the hill. Huge thanks to my buddy Nelson for keeping me motivated when some other distractions in life were weighing me down on the second leg of our whitetail hunt! My son-in-law Alex was up next and he certainly wanted to shoot a good one, but also had limited time for his hunt. He was unable to hunt opening day so instead, I jumped at the chance to help Aaron, my buddy Harvey’s son on Friday evening. It was a big crew, Harvey and I, his daughter Rachel and Aaron’s wife Tiffany for the evening hunt. Rachel was on point that evening and glassed up a great buck for Aaron. He was a solo buck feeding on a hillside about 800 yards out. Harvey and Aaron took off while we watched from our glassing knoll. They ended up being on the same hill about 300 yards below the buck. What looked like to be a great spot to shoot from turned out to be a bust and too much vegetation lead to them not quite being able to see the buck. They could see my landmarks as I was feeding them info, but mostly just the tops of certain saguaros and trees. They steadily moved closer as light was fading and still couldn’t quite see the buck. Just when it seemed all was lost for evening, the buck suddenly started walking right towards them. They caught a glimpse of the buck and Aaron got ready to shoot. He was able to take a quick shot though a small window at only 75 yards. Whacked him good and he didn’t go far at all! What seemed to be over, turned into a mass adrenaline rush for everyone involved at very last shooting light. This is Aaron’s best buck so far, and what a great buck he was. Saturday morning Alex and I headed out to a new spot that had looked to have a lot of promise from views on Google Earth. We were hoping to find a monster but mid-size bucks were all we could turn up. We had plans to stay the day, but Alex’s water bladder leaked and mid-day found us short on water so we made the decision to hike out. We picked an easier spot for the evening and it turned out to be a good one. I was able to glass up a shooter, a very solid buck at last light. Without enough time to make a move, we went right back Sunday morning to relocate him. Our friend Nelson came out for the morning hunt. We never could turn up the big buck, but had watched a few smaller bucks all morning. Knowing Sunday was his last day to hunt, we made the stalk and Alex took this 3x3 to end his hunt late morning on Sunday. I had guessed the other buck to be low 90s that we couldn’t turn up again. This was Alex’s first rifle kill, up until this hunt he mostly had just bow hunted. My son Cody, daughter Ashley and a young man named Andrew all had tags for the next hunt in two different units. I helped Andrew & his dad with the application process & committed to help on what would be his very first hunt. It would end up being a crazy 5 days of hunting and great successes as well. Cody and I hunted Friday and Saturday together, as a bonus we relocated the buck from Alex’s hunt on the Wednesday before opening day and now believed the buck to be much bigger with guesses over 100”. My son Cody has never taken a trophy caliber animal and I let him know this was his year and his chance! We only ended up seeing small bucks on Friday and he opted to pass. Saturday morning was turning out to be the same. When Nelson and I asked him what he wanted to do, he said he would be willing to go home empty if the big buck could not be located. He knew Saturday was my last day to help, because I had commitments with the new hunter Andrew and his Dad for Sunday and Monday. Wouldn’t you know not 10 minutes later, I glassed up the big buck and it was game time! After a long, hot day of cat and mouse, we finally had a good position and decided just to wait until he stood up. Right at sunset he finally made the mistake and got up and started walking around. The reaper was anxious and more than ready to take the shot. Cody made good on his chance and put him down quickly. My son Cody had just taken his first big Coues deer and joined the rest of Fam in the 100” club. Big thanks to Nelson, my buddy Harvey and my son-in-law Alex for assisting at different times those two days. Next up was Andrew with his very first hunt accompanied by his Dad and I. We decided a two-year-old deer was the goal and we headed over to a different unit to make it happen. Day 1 on Sunday was the 3 of us accompanied by my friend Harvey and his daughter Rachel. A powerhouse team to make sure this youngster at least got an opportunity at a buck. Sunday came and went with little more than mass miles on our boots. Harvey was able to glass up a few bucks in the far distance, but right when we were making the final set-up, they got up and meandered off at 1ish in the afternoon which we thought was pretty strange for sure. We were about 15 minutes from a shot but the bucks kept walking and topped over even deeper into the bowl. We were way too deep in the mountains, so we opted to finish the day back there in the bowl. The wind was lousy and kept the deer bedded up tight. It just wasn't in the cards to locate another buck that evening. We made the long walk out in the dark after a windy and slow evening. Monday was just the 3 of us and we decided to hunt out of camp. We were pretty worn out from the day prior. Luck was on our side as it wasn’t long until I glassed up two bucks tucked out of the wind about a mile away. We made very good time, fast walking through the rollers and endless cat claw to get into position. I set Andrew up proned out with a pack under the butt of the rifle. After one warning shot, Andrew was able to get back on the buck and make a good second shot to kill his very first big game animal. It was all high fives from there and we loaded up to head over and to recover his deer. I enjoyed helping these guys a lot, we had a good time and shared some laughs for sure. I’m a firm believer we need to pass it on. Andrew and his dad Patrick will be back at it again in the future I’m sure. All worked out well so far because my daughter Ashley only had Tuesday to hunt. Switched gears and made a plan to head out with Ashley and her hubby Alex. We went out with the goal of a two-year-old deer which has been the rule of thumb for my daughter for a few consecutive years. She has one monster to her credit, but now prefers just to fill tags and have fun. She doesn’t necessarily have the desire to partake in the fool’s errand of trophy hunting. Early morning, Alex glassed up a few decent 3x3s, but they were very high on the mountain. While he watched those guys, I was able to glass up a couple forky bucks right at 400 yards out, which was a no brainer. I set Ash up and in no time at all, her buck was staggering and hit the dirt. All in all, it was a pretty easy morning hunt and pack out. No complaints out of me, I was a whooped puppy by this point on day 5 of the 3 deer, 2-unit melee. My daughter Ashley is a pretty composed shooter. Once she’s set up on a deer, it’s all grips and grins from there. For the past 5 years, my wife has been hunting the later November hunt so we can have two weekends to fill her tag. She still remains undefeated with a few mid 90s deer and one deer that grossed 104. This year, she had expressed she wanted to go back packing again, so we’ve had a plan on where to hunt pretty much from the start of the season. With a storm scheduled to come in from 2am-6am opening morning, we decided to hike in Thursday afternoon and get settled in to our spike camp before the rain. Neither of us wanted to miss opening morning and the walk is just too far to risk hiking in the rain. Our plan backfired pretty badly as the wind report I had been keeping tabs on all week was very wrong. The rains came on time at around 2am, but by 3am the wind was so strong, it was pushing the rain fly completely off the top of the tent. It was rendered useless and rain was pouring into the tent. Add to the fact we were unusually cold that weekend, about 10 degrees less than normal for this hunt. We put our rain ponchos on, but we were taking on so much water into the tent and wind was pounding us, we were clearly set up in the worst spot to take the brunt of everything the wind was delivering. I had no choice but to collapse the tent and try to roll it over to get the now open top sealed up somehow. Colleen was pretty worried to say the least, we were both shivering and I was just hopeful it would clear out soon. I held the top of the tent rolled up for a little over an hour to avoid more water coming in. Eventually the rain stopped, but the wind continued to pound us. I make the choice to get out and look for a better spot for the tent at about 5am. After I found a spot on a little shelf not far away, we moved camp while getting blown all over the place and dropping items in the dark along the way. It was basically a total debacle. After the tent was set up, we went back to find missing items and were able to locate everything but the rain fly. Luckily, the rains didn’t come back and we were in a spot that cut most of the wind. Out of sheer exhaustion, we slept in past first light. I was the first to emerge from the tent and walk around. I couldn’t believe my eyes, less than a minute out of the tent, I spotted the rain fly 100 yards or so off the side of the ridge. Immediately I knew, we were in a much better situation. This was definitely the turning point on our pre-dawn dilemma. I sat down to start glassing and within 10 minutes or so I had a big mature buck in the glass. He was bedded a little over 1000 yards out just under a ridgeline. It was early, and the wind had him pinned on our side of the mountain for sure. We dropped through a big canyon and headed up the hillside in hopes he wouldn’t get up and move far. Our goal was to reach a small shelf that I was confident would lead to a shot. We made our final push up to the shelf and I snuck over to find him still bedded in the same spot. Shot distance was 545 and with cross winds approaching 10mph. Luckily we were on the good side of the ridge or it would have been 20mph I'm guessing. Before we could get set up and be ready, he decided to get up and start feeding. No sooner than Colleen was on him and ready to pull, a thick fog blew over and just like that, the mountain side vanished. It was a frustrating deal, every time we would get a fog free window, I couldn’t relocate him. We played peek and boo trying to relocate him each time the fog would provide a window. Finally, the fog broke free long enough to locate him and Colleen was quickly back on him. Colleen pulled the trigger and he stumbled down the steep hillside to his final resting spot. There was definitely no ground shrinkage on this bad boy. We both knew he something special as we walked up on him. We got him back to camp about 20 minutes too late and got soaked by rain one last time at the end of our walk back. We stayed in the tent most of the rest of day Saturday, pigging out on Mt House and goodies to cut weight for the pack out! The next day we took our time, and headed out late morning. The hike out pushed almost 4 hours and our packs weighed in at 99 plus for me and 49 and change for Colleen. We weighed when we finally got home Saturday afternoon. It was a total success and I will be paying more attention to wind direction during tent placement regardless of predicted wind speeds! As he lay when we walked up on him! We were both ecstatic to see him up close for the first time. I had a couple friends with tags for the same hunt. On Sunday, I went out with Larry who I have helped in the past. We didn’t turn up much, only a couple very small bucks and Larry opted to pass on that day. The next weekend I drove out Friday to lend a hand to my friend Chris and his wife Alicia. She had just recently taken an interest, and this was Chris’ first hunt with his wife along. He was really wanting to fill this tag, and have his wife be a part of it all. They didn't turn and bucks up Friday morning and I rolled in just after lunchtime to their campsite. Friday night was windy and offered up almost no deer to look at. Saturday morning we made a short hike into a foot access only area and what a morning it turned out to be. The hills seemed to be alive. I couldn’t put my glass on a hillside without finding deer. It wasn’t long until I had glassed up a couple bucks. Chris and Alicia watched these guys and I kept glassing hoping to find a big boy. Late morning when the action slowed, Chris was still watching the two bucks. As soon as they bedded, it was obvious where Chris needed to get to for the shot. Chris and Alicia moved in to try and take the bigger of the two bucks. After they were in position and glassed up the bedded bucks, he was able to shoot it out of his bed and punched his tag with his wife by his side. I know this was a special deal to be a part of. Chris was a happy camper for sure and so was I. Alicia mentioned, shortly after pictures she was now interested in going rifle deer hunting. I'm stoked for these guys, hunting together will only add to the great marriage they already have I'm sure. I was back on the road headed home by a little after lunchtime Saturday. The drive was about two hours to get home and I let Larry know I was good to go for Sunday morning to hunt with him again. Sunday we headed out in hopes of getting a buck on the ground. It was Larry and I, accompanied by my wife Colleen. Pretty crazy, we set up in grey light after a short hike and as I was focusing my binos I realized I had deer already in the glass. Not seconds later, I realized I had a nice 3x in the glass. Comical, you gotta love that. Colleen and Larry didn’t even believe me, surely I was just talking trash as they were setting up their tripods! Their skepticism quickly faded as I got them on the buck I had found. Colleen stayed back and Larry and I quickly moved in. The mouth of the canyon was narrow and steep. We had a very had time getting into position and it just took too long to try and make it happen. Colleen glassed up her first lion while keeping tabs on the buck, but it was on the move and as quick as she found it, it vanished. No shot opportunity for Larry as the buck topped over while we were attempting to get set up for the shot. The afternoon hunt was just Larry and I, Colleen headed home after we hiked out. Larry and I went into a spot blind, basically just a good-looking knoll I’ve wanted to glass from in the past, but hadn’t gotten up there yet. We set up a little early, about 2 we were glassing again. I found a spike at the top of the mountain up feeding. We had a few chuckles about how far he was and then we were back glassing again. Shortly after, I got very lucky and glassed up a small 3x as he was up for a quick mid-day stretch. Wasn't but a few minutes and he bedded back down. Larry asked if I was willing to climb up there. I was like really…..? I’m always up for a mountain climbing/go kill a buck adventure. We loaded up and starting hiking, first across the canyon and then straight up the ridge. We got into position about 400 yards from the buck, but unfortunately there was no way to see him. We sat with uncertainty in hopes he would step out in our favor. I was confident he would want to bask in the sun come end of day. Around 4:45 or so, Larry caught movement, an ocotillo was shaking and moving around. Larry put me on the ocotillo and there was no doubt in my mind it was his buck thrashing that ocotillo. It took a while, but his buck finally made the last steps, his last mistake to come just a touch more our direction and grab that last bit of sun to bask in. He moved slightly down and towards us. As Larry followed him in the scope, he elevated the butt of the gun and as a result, he lost the rock solid rest we had set up for the shot. He missed and then the buck moved only about 20 yards. Larry got back on him, but he missed again. I asked him what was wrong and he simply responded “I’m shaking and I can’t get steady”. The buck fever is REAL! Unbelievably, the buck only ran 20 or so more yards and froze. I re-ranged and had Larry adjust the turret. The buck was very alert and upset, frozen behind a sparse ocotillo. Somehow even through a moment of panic, Larry realized his mistakes and slid his freehand under the butt and regained his composure to get a third and final attempt at killing this buck. I knew this buck was going to blow out any second, but Larry had the time he needed and put a perfect shot on him. The buck took only a step after impact, getting woozy and toppling over shortly after the shot. Jubilation ensued, Larry just shot a final hour buck to close the hunt. The celebration was memorable, after putting us on edge with two misses before the kill shot. We hustled to the buck quickly as I wanted to put our hands on him before it got dark so we didn’t lose track of where he was. Larry was thrilled and his excitement was my excitement as well. Helping family and friends on their hunts is so rewarding. There really isn’t much I’d rather do then spend days a field with my friends and my family in pursuit of the Grey Ghost. I tried my best to keep the stories short, I hope everyone enjoys the pics and stories. A little more eye candy for The CWT.com Crew, The Ward Gang headed out to a different unit for Rachel's hunt the same time I was helping my son-in-law Alex on his hunt. After Aaron whacked his deer Friday night, they took Saturday off and headed down South for Rachel's hunt on Sunday. Aaron returned the favor for his sister Rachel Sunday morning and glassed up this hog buck! The Ward Gang was on fire this year. To top it off, Rachel and her dad Harvey ended up needing to get in close just like on Aaron's buck. She took the shot from about 115 yards out and drilled him. Rachel was nice enough to give me permission to post a picture her buck. This is definitely a buck everyone can enjoy looking at, what a beast.

No takers? Everyone must be wrapped up in the rare deer mule for sale!! dang I must have posted these stupid things at the wrong time, nobody can compete with that rare deer

Ranchers are in a tough spot. Its not right that they get there permits revoked for the crime that the government wont pay them and cover the total loss for their livestock.

OP is a marketing genius and wanted to get his picture circulating.

Im still trying to figure out what is going on here.

I was wondering the same thing.

How can you kill good bucks and not have a yeti? Congrats

Ok they are on a COOLER not a COOKER. I totally get it now. Nice bucks BTW!

Wandering the new and wide open grounds of what seamed like endless desolation with my brother, Caleb, wasn't similar to any hunting I've done. We had already been walking for days, occasionally reaching enough of a rise in the rolling topography to see a few more miles of the same color rock and sparse vegetation. Although, snaking through it, here and there, were cliffs made up from many years of water flow in washes and what the maps refer to as "rivers", even with the absence of water for a majority of each year. Along with each new vantage, earned by sore feet and legs, came the hope for a sighting of our nomadic prey. Of this foreign animal we knew very little, basically just what we came to believe through word of mouth and limited research. We had a decent amount of information going into this hunt but like any other subject, there's plenty of info, the trick is separating accurate from false. The only consistent way we have found to achieve this is with boots on the ground and eyes behind the glass. Late nights walking back to camp or the truck, hours after dark. We were beat, how could we go so many days without even laying our eyes on a New Mexico Barbary Sheep (Aoudad) and expect Caleb to fill his rifle tag and take one home. After laying down one night in the freezing temperatures with nothing but a breathing channel exposed to the night air, I was held hostage by my hunting partners night howling that I've been pestered with since childhood. Always jealous of Caleb's ability to immediately be asleep and snoring, I remained awake. Without motion, going over this hunt with detailed consideration. It was time for a change in landscape. We discussed our options, hours before daylight, the next morning and high tailed it for different country. The several combined units for this hunt makes up an absolutely massive chunk of real estate, scattered with private land. We had to avoid the often non fenced, non posted, private land with extreme care. In NM, it's each hunters responsibility to be capable enough with a GPS or map to stay out of court for trespassing. A serious offense, especially if you've dropped an animal. So, now we found ourselves in habitat the opposite of what we had been hunting. Most of this maze of deep canyons clustered with sheer cliffs was impassable for humans. We carefully navigated along the ridges from the top of the mountain where, fortunately, a rough road granted us access. We both glassed until our eyes were burnt from the intense wind that apparently never rests in this area. Two days later we were in awe that our efforts to provide Caleb with a shot were still without reward. No Barbary Sheep were found. What the "heck" can we do!!!Another night spent away from home and my warm bed. Once again laying in the pitch black. Too tired, thirsty and confused to sleep. Listening to the consistent inhale of my beloved brothers nasal situation. We had both, long since recognized my good fortune on opening day. Now, I recall those unbelievable and exciting events in my minds eye. Accustomed to hiking, glassing, spotting, stalking and killing coues deer in Arizona, we topped our first hill of the hunt with long awaited excitement. Soon realizing this wouldn't be the meticulous, picking apart, type of glassing we were used to. By 8:00 we were already aways from our trucks, surveying from our third hilltop. I spoke up about some sheep I discovered, they looked about a mile away. We studied them for a little while, this being the first either of us had ever seen in the wild, it was interesting to note their behavior. There was eleven in the group and possibly a couple were rams. We had rifle tags for either sex but we had agreed to hold out for any ram. Both females and males grow horns and from a distance it can be difficult to tell the difference, for beginners especially. Hearing from other people that these crazy looking things were extremely flighty and had incredible vision. We decided to carefully retreat from our lookout and circle around in order to advance while out of sight. After covering nearly a mile we realized Caleb's range finder still wouldn't reach half way to our destination. It's advertised as a 1600 yard tool. To say the least we were terrible at judging distance in this barren place. I've never even hunted antelope and their typical range would be the closest example of our surroundings. We navigated through several gullies and modest changes of elevation trying to remain hidden. As we reached our new goal we slowly gained vision over the horizon. We were now positioned with a deep rocky gorge between us and the sheep. It was impossible not to spot them with our naked eyes at this distance. A quick check, it came back at roughly 400 yards. A chip shot for Caleb with his 7mm mag but, still a bit outside my comfort zone with my stick flinger. Knowing we had the entire month of February to return to NM on the weekends, after our initial week long trip. I had decided to give it a chance with my bow for the first half of the days I could hunt. Everything I could find to read or watch about Aoudad hunting wasn't encouraging of this challenge. As Caleb set up to shoot, I studied my stalk options and came up with a plan. We checked the GPS one more time to confirm we were still within the fairly small section of public land. I told him not to hesitate to fill his tag with what turned out to be only one ram in this group, if I bumped them during my attempt to get within range. Although only about 400 yards away, it was necessary for me to back out of sight again and follow the landscape way around for possibly over a mile walk in total, to get all the variables in my favor. Caleb patiently waited for me to appear from over the rocks along the opposing ridge. If these Aoudad began to move off at any point he was game for putting this ram in his freezer but later he would share how excited he got when my head suddenly floated into view on the horizon above the sheep. I started creeping down hill towards the wary critters. At this point I was glad to see my landmarks had served me well for the blind approach. I came over, slowing exposing the hillside below me and started to see the yellowish/orangish shapes through the short shrubs and grass. Some were bedded and I couldn't see the ram so I continued forward. I had assumed this stalk wouldn't work out when I started but figured since we found the opportunity so early in the hunt, there would be more chances often. As I closed the distance I spotted my shooter once I was about 130 yards from him. Some of the ewes were bedded and the rest were lazily grazing, all in close proximity. Constantly scanning each animal, I inched closer for a long while. There was minimal breeze but it was in my face and I had elevation in my favor as well. The only problem was a complete lack of cover. I worked to get close for probably an hour and was disappointed to realize I was still over 100 yards away. Unfortunately, the sheep were also slowly working their way down hill. I had practiced more than ever for a long shot in preparation for this hunt, due to their elusive reputation and the possibility of open terrain. I ranged the ram, he was standing quartered away at 102 yards. I observed that I was having no issue with buck fever. The wind was basically dead and what remained was straight in my face. I glanced across the ravine at the statue behind his glass on a tripod. Little did I know, Caleb's heart was racing. I'd been smoking my target beyond this distance at home, with my broadheads. My live target in that moment stood his ground, completely unaware of my contemplation. I subconsciously went through my mental checklist and felt a flutter in my stomach. I studied the ground between us and knew there was no getting closer. With 22 elite eyes doing their best to survive predators, I wondered how I even got to where I was. Delaying my next step was coming to an end. A few ewes took small steps, they were moving away. I was convinced I could make this shot but I'll be honest. I'm a skeptic for long shots, on living creatures. My prey was clueless, soaking up the sun in the wide open. Although, in my experience, being in the open exposed to this many animals, getting busted is only a matter of time. My chance was evaporating every second. The ram took a few steps away and then turned broadside, looking downhill at his ladies that were becoming distant. I thought "ok 104". Caleb about lost it when I rose from my position and drew my bow. Settling my last bit of movement, my pin sunk into his bread basket. Everything was perfect, I felt I could responsibly send the deadly arrow. My bow suddenly sprang and I was almost shocked to see my arrow way above the ground, arching onward! It traveled so far I lost it in flight but the ram stood for impact. I glimpsed fletchings bouncing along beside his body as he rapidly disappeared over the crest. I was suddenly aware of my pounding heart and felt nervously sick. I stood still and put in another arrow. The rest of the sheep hadn't run, they jumped around a bit and stared in all directions trying to figure out what happened. They moved uphill, toward me and came to within 70 yards! I watched for the ram but counted only 10 heads over and over. Caleb was doing the same thing, the ram had darted into the draw out of view but it happened so fast. We weren't sure if he had returned to the others. They finally spotted me and wasted no more time. Those animals move amazingly through anything. They were across a cliff that skirted the deep, narrow canyon and out of sight within seconds. I took a deep breath after once again counting 10 animals, as they disappeared. Caleb and I each examined up and down the gorge that separated us, carefully from each of our positions for about 30 minutes. No movement. He gathered his gear and snuck my way. I slowly crept toward the point of impact, reaching it provided zero satisfaction. I moved in the direction of the rams exit, no tracks, no blood, no sheep, no good. I was disappointed in myself but there was still a chance. We both saw the arrow in his side but were unsure of its exact location. Caleb was coming across the very bottom of the deep rocky cut as I went to meet him. Now at only a short distance, we traded enough info to learn we were both unsure of my shot results. He excitedly exclaimed about being able to see my arrow through his binos coming toward the sheep from the opposite side. He said it looked like I smoked him but it was hard to tell because the ram immediately ran down, out of sight. Caleb had barely been peeking over his ridge, in fear of spooking them. Hope was dwindling as I cautiously worked down through the rocks for the last bit, to reach the bottom. Both our mental states of mind did a 180 and a couple back flips when I noticed the dead ram in some bear grass a short ways ahead! I erupted and Caleb almost hurt himself getting through the terrain to reach me. After some big hugs and coming back to earth I yelled "Dude, I just killed a Barbary Sheep with my bow!" We soaked in the moment, exchanging details of the whole ordeal. I've been fortunate to harvest a number of big game animals with my bow over the last few years. All in the same spot and stalk fashion but usually it has happened while solo. It was so very special for me to share this experience with my brother and not only that, he actually got to watch the whole thing. We decided to carry the sheep, out of the canyon, to get pictures showing the land we were hunting in. Major chore, they're heavier than they look. Then we worked quickly carving meat and packing up. We were both exhausted once we reached the trucks several miles away. With some relief, we figured, surely we could find Caleb a sheep right away and head home. There was no camp, we had simply parked on the shoulder of a county road at 10:00 the night before and gone to bed. It was our first time in the unit because, regrettably, our work schedules and prior commitments made scouting impossible this time. We just knew there was a section of public land in one direction, that hopefully held some of these mysterious Barbary Sheep! I woke up later that month still shaking my head with disbelief and realized I was quite cold. Caleb was getting ready for another day of trying to grind out success. I rolled out of my sleeping bag to prepared our oatmeal. We hunted the rest of the days we planned but never fired a shot. One time, Caleb spotted two running sheep about five miles away for just a few seconds. That's the only other sighting we had. Besides the impressive herd of mature rams we got to observe right in the middle of our hunting area, on the other side of an eight foot fence! At only a couple hundred yards they paid little mind, we could have blundered within bow range of these pets. All this took place back in February of this year. Seven months later I was sitting around with my kids telling stories and they insisted to hear about the cool looking euro mount once again. Grabbing it off the wall brought back all those memories and I couldn't help but write something up, after all. I'm not necessarily for long range shooting at animals, that's what has kept me from feeling as good about that hunt all this time. I'm glad it worked out for that amazing animal to not have suffered but it's a lot of arrow flight time for one step to cause a bad hit. As it was, the double lung dropped him within 80 yards! As always, I was able to enjoy this hunt to the fullest knowing I had the support of my amazing wife and would like to thank her for everything. Her whitetail hunt in AZ is next, wish us luck! Thanks for reading and if anyone is planning an Aoudad hunt, I wish you the best of luck!