Wild Ram Hunting

For years I have wanted to hunt for the magnificent round-horned ram that lives in the mountains. But it's not that easy. This requires not only expert hunting but also mountaineering experience and it took me a long time to gain this experience. The beautiful Yukon Valley in northern Canada is the ancient home of these mountain rams.

So my friend Michael and I chose that. We arrived by ship in this valley surrounded by snow-capped peaks. Our guide was Dean who came to this valley many years ago and then got so lost in its beauty that he stayed here. Now he guided the tourists and hunters who came here and showed them the beautiful places of the valley as well as the best places to hunt.

We rented a jeep to get inside the valley and loaded all the necessary supplies including tents, water, tons of food, cheese, peanuts, biscuits, fish, tins of soup, etc. on the jeep. We put our cameras in our backpacks. The tarpaulin was lifted on our luggage and our journey to the foot of the valley began. We set up camp on the shores of Lake Cassava. The view here was breathtaking. The peaks of the snow-capped mountains in the lush green water of the lake were a strange sight. We forgot to hunt and got lost in the colors of nature.

It's like we're in a sherbet. We reached the lake in the afternoon. But now it was evening, Dean said, "It can be difficult and deadly to climb the mountains at this time, so we rest and refresh ourselves in the morning and go out to look for the rams." Because often these rams are seen in a place where human access is not possible. So you have to walk far in the mountains. So young! Relax and get ready and refreshed for the morning adventure. ”

We agreed with Dean. We lit aloe vera in the camp and started cooking fish. It was freezing cold from the icy peaks and it was getting colder. I was enjoying my own hot fish. After dinner, we drank coffee and then the three of us went to our tents to sleep.

The next morning we woke up early. The sun was just rising, we had breakfast and got into the jeep. Our pace was very slow as we were enjoying the view around. "Look at the mountains above, too, because there's a chance of meeting rams in the morning, while behind the mountains you can meet at any time, but that's a matter of life and death," Dean said. I was getting bored too.

Arriving at a relatively open space, we stopped the jeep because from here we had to walk down to the mountains. We took our own stops. Hold the guns and walk away. We had just walked away when we saw wild sheep on a slope.

But they were only females and babies. There were no males in them. So we let them go. We had a regular hunting permit and according to this permit, it was illegal to hunt sheep under the age of eight. We continued to climb the mountain until noon, but we did not see any ram of our meaning.

In the afternoon we sat on a rock and ate sandwiches that we had brought with us in a backpack, which we made more than we intended to take with us for breakfast. Then we drank tea from the thermos, the sun had come up and its heat was burning now, so we lay down on the rock and relaxed for a while.

"If we go up now, it will be dark when we come down the mountain," Dean said. Therefore, it is better not to take any risk and start the return journey. Mike and I were tired, so we went downstairs, but our eyes kept searching for the ram.

By the time we got to the jeep, the sun was setting. It was night when we reached our camp on the swollen shore. After dinner, we sat around the aloe when Dean said we'd better move our camp a little further into the valley and go further and look for rams.

We agreed with Dean's suggestion. The next morning we got up early. After breakfast, we packed our tents and loaded them on the jeep and left. Today we were going to the mountains in the other direction. After a two-hour drive, we saw a flock of sheep in the distant mountains. We stopped the jeep and started looking into the distance.

The group also included females and three handsome males. The problem now was that we had seen the ram of our choice. But he was far away from us and there was no point in shooting from here. Then the group was going up and if it was going down, there was still hope that we would hide in the road and wait for them to reach below.

But now we just kept shaking hands because if we also went up behind them, they would have reached the top in such a short time, so the pursuit would have been useless. So we got back in the jeep and the journey started again. According to Dean, tonight we were going to camp near an iceberg.

After more than an hour's drive, we came to a glacier. At some distance, we stopped the jeep and pitched our tents. After lunch, we walked in one direction under the guidance of Dean. The scenery around me was very beautiful. After walking for an hour, we saw a crowd, but there were females and children in it.

There was no male ram, we were disappointed. Dean told us that sometimes even after many weeks, many hunters fail because the male ram is hard to come by. He laughed and said, "Young man! You lost your courage in two days. ”Then Dean said that there is a river in the distance and there is a difficult peak across the river.

The path to the top is dangerous and winding, but you can definitely find a male ram there. We asked Dean to take us there immediately. Dean then explained that we had to leave early in the morning so that we could return by evening. And now it was getting dark anyway. The sun was setting behind the snow-capped peaks. We enjoyed the view for a while and then walked to our tents.

The next morning we woke up as soon as the sun came up. After breakfast, we packed our bags and headed for the river. There was a 16-inch aluminum boat on the river. When we reached the other side of the river in the boat, Dean pointed to a peak in front of us and said that you will definitely find a ram here today. The sun had risen, the heat was rising.

We started our journey to the top by climbing small rocks. The path was really difficult, the rocks were slipping under our feet so we took out our walking sticks and started climbing carefully. Soon we were drenched in sweat. Our water bottles were also hot and there was little water left in them.

Now the climb was very difficult and the path was very narrow, so much so that only one person could climb at a time, so we were moving carefully behind each other. So far no ram, not even a female and a baby have been seen. After a while, we reached the top, but there was no ram here either.

I was angry with Dean that if there were no sheep here then why did he bring us here by putting us in danger? I was about to say something to Dean when he climbed to a rock on the left and then sat down on his knees and looked through binoculars and then when he turned around his eyes were shining and the smile on his face was telling us that Our exercise was not in vain.

We, too, approached the rock, and when we looked out of sight, a tent came out of my mouth and Michael's, "Wow, what a wonderful ram." There was, in fact, a vast pasture on the other side of the rock. In which a huge herd was grazing. It included many rams.

There was a considerable distance between the group and us, the target was more likely to be hit from such a distance and we did not want to be empty-handed again. So we crawled on our stomachs and started getting closer to the crowd. As we approached, we saw a very large and magnificent ram.

Dean pointed to him and said, "Friend! To this day, I have never hunted a better ram. Come on, tie the knot. ”But suddenly the ram realized what he was doing and stood on the edge of the peak. "Maybe he's going down the other side," said Dean.

Mike said, "Hurry up and don't get out of hand." I quickly tied the shawl and pulled the trigger of the rifle. The bullet struck the ram directly in the head. He ran and those two steps caused him to fall into a narrow rocky ditch below.

We picked up our luggage and hurried to the top and looked down. The rest of the sheep and goats ran away. It was very difficult to reach the place where the ram had fallen. But we tied a rope to a tree on the edge of the peak, left Mike at the top, and Dan and I went down into the ditch.

A closer look revealed that the ram was about twelve years old. His horns were magnificent, but since the male rams often fought with their horns, the medals of his wars and victories were inscribed on his horns. He weighed a lot. "We skin it in the ditch and carry the horns, skulls, skins and some meat. It will be very difficult to carry the weight of its bones to the top and then down to the camp," he said. '

I agreed with his suggestion. We began to skin the ram and then separate its flesh from the bones. I kept the skin and some meat in my bag, while the horned skull and the rest of the meat Dean kept in his bag. The rocks in the ditch where we were were constantly moving as we moved and making meat, skinning, we had come a hundred yards from where we had landed.

So we started our journey back cautiously. Mike was cheering us on from above. The rope helped us a lot and we grabbed it and reached the top. After lying there for a while, we took deep breaths. "We have to get down from the peak quickly because it's going to be evening," Dean said.

We hurried on, but it was still dark. In the darkness, we could not see the path of the river. Dean pulled out a compass and tried to get his help, and after wandering for an hour, we reached the riverbank. The boat was there, we turned on our flashlights and reached the other side of the boat.

The night It was getting dark and we were very tired. But it was also necessary to reach the tents. The noise of the glacier in the dark of night was helping to get us to our tents as the tents were a short distance from the drain. We were moving forward in the light of our flashlights.

After walking for more than an hour, we reached near our tents. Although we were tired and exhausted, there was joy and happiness in this exhaustion. Today, on the third day after two days of humiliation, we had success. Mike said, "How easy it sounds to hear a wild ram hunt; but today I found out that hunting is a prey, whether it is a lion or a ram; discipline, courage, patience, and nerves are all tested." '

"Gee, you are so brave and enthusiastic." I said and our laughter echoed in the air.

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