Today I worked my way across the Hot Rocks and over to Slaughter. From atop of Slaughter I glassed about 300 sheep on the mine to the east. There was the usual mob of 180's ram and one big black monster. From over a mile away he made me blink when he lifted his head while lip curling. Great huge flaring horns that must stretch mid 40's or better absolutely dwarfed the rams around him. I don't know what short of an aneurysm would make him leave 200 ewes and run up a mountain to me but, hey a guy can dream can't he?
This beauty walked up to me as I crossed the mine on the way back to the truck. I'm no expert and TJ might want to jump in here but I figure this fellow at the low 180's.
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