When I received
a letter from the Nevada Dept. of Wildlife telling me I was the
recipient of a desert sheep tag I didn't have a clue that one
sheep hunt would change my entire life. I had never hunted sheep,
so I was not sure what to expect. I had never seen a desert sheep
or been to the Lake Mead area. Boy was I in for the shock of my
life. I had been told how addicting sheep hunting was, but I didn't
have a clue.
Hunting and fishing has always been an obsession with me, but sheep hunting is an indescribable rush, it's like a drug. It's addicting. You can't get enough. I find myself scouting for sheep constantly. I look for people with tags just for an excuse to go look for sheep. For anyone that has not hunted a bighorn ram be prepared to spend a lot of time and money because you can't get enough.
My desert sheep hunt was just a start. From the moment I saw my first rams fighting for the affection of a ewe, to the time I bagged my first ram, I knew I was hooked.
Like I stated in the first of this story, I didn't have a clue what I was doing. I called anyone and everyone I could think of for any information on sheep, and sheep hunting. I also got my hands on the best maps I could find.
I believe sheep hunters are in a class by themselves. They will go out of their way to help anyone that has drawn a tag. Even the guides [that want you to hire them] will go out of their way to help you have a successful hunt, even without retaining their services. It was like everyone was family.
My first sheep hunt was an adventure in it's self. I harvested a 150 B/C point ram. I consider it a very nice ram for not knowing what I was doing. Judging a sheep's age and scoring them was easy at the indoctrination class, but in the wild with no one there to help score it was another story.