Sixty minutes till dark. Five, ten, fifteen minutes go by. My back aches from bending over, my leg muscles are numb from crouching. Suddenly he's up and on the rock again, staring at me. The shot felt good, but he was moving.
Rocks start rolling, and sheep are on the move.
Above me sheep start to appear. Sheep look huge when viewed from behind. He has watched the whole thing through his binoculars. The big ram went ten yards after leaving the rock. The 425-grain Hornaday slug, backed by 90 grains of FFg black powder has done the job well.