Was hunting the 5th consecutive weekend.
Fortunately had the help of a good friend.
Fairly unremarkable spot, stalk, and shot.
Drastically underestimated the recovery phase. Took the shot at 5:00 PM, no chance to get to the ram before dark. Went early the next day and tried to get the horses close but the deadfall was brutal. Walked in and could not find him anywhere. Something didn't seem quite right. Was very discouraged at 1:30 PM, then remembered I took a pic from the shot site and reviewed it. We were looking on the wrong shale slide! Completely fooled both of us.
Sidehilled over to the next fold in the mountain and there he was. Quartered and caped him, backpacked one load to the horses, and barely made camp by dark. Got the rest the next day.
Took the shot from the rock outcrop in the upper right of the packing pic.
What a fantastic but demanding hunting experience in absolutely breathtaking country