08/04/2026
To live among the rocks. To climb into the alpine. To descend into the deep, dark places where an old ram may lurk and then turn back around. To walk the high country with a bow in hand. To watch the storms come and go.
This is sheep hunting.
We must load the packs. We must lace the boots. We must go.
And when we go, remember to do it with a smile. Because the past you longed to be here. And, one day, the future you will wish you were back here.
Photos by my friend, the talented and tall Sam Averett