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The BAREBOW! Sagas: The Bowling Ball RamThough there’s probably no way to prove it, I suspect I may be the only American ever to take a Stone’s ram with a bow and arrow on a solo DIY backpack hunt in northern British Columbia. No guide, no hunting buddy — only the Good Lord to protect me from myself and all the other dangers of wilderness hunting. The year was 1993, the place was Todagin Mountain and I was age 53 at the time.
My “Game Plan” was something I had spent nearly two full years developing. Hardly a week went by that I hadn’t spent some time thinking about the short, “secret” little waterfall I had found two years earlier on my hunt with Martin. It lay hidden in the bowels of the enormous, south-facing basin which had eroded away the southwestern edge of the high mountain plateau. The reason I describe it as short and “secret” is because it simply came out of nowhere, tumbled down a steep, shale talus slope for 50 feet, then disappeared beneath the rocks again — never to resurface, short of the valley floor! It was sort of tucked away inside a tight little gully that only revealed its treasure to the sheep who knew where to find it and to the lucky hunters who had stumbled across it at the end of their hunt two years earlier. By no means was it a cataract, but — rather — more of a gentle cascade that could not be seen from anywhere higher up on the mountain. Nor from lower down. The soft pitter-patter of its spray on the shale was no more than a whisper from ten yards distant. It was, of course, the well-used sheep trails leading to and from this veritable fountain of life that had given away one of the mountain’s best kept secrets.
I have run into this guy at several shoots trying to sell his book. I'm sure it's great and all, but there is no end to him telling you he is the only person to do "insert anything related to bow hunting" until you can't stomach it any longer.
Dennis is kind of a funny guy. Met him at the WSB banquet. He kinda comes off as a used car salesman which I think repels some folks. I'm certain he can tell a story though. It didn't help I was swapping stories with Larry D Jones at the time I met him, so he was kind of upstaged as I was rivetted with Larry's story telling. Cool thing about Larry is that he'd like to hear your story even more than he likes to tell his. I'm not sure Dennis shares that attribute. Thanks for the link Dale. It will be a good read. I wish I had his story telling abilities.
Quote from: JKEEN33 on January 01, 2017, 10:37:46 AMI have run into this guy at several shoots trying to sell his book. I'm sure it's great and all, but there is no end to him telling you he is the only person to do "insert anything related to bow hunting" until you can't stomach it any longer.When I was a little kid my dad told stories of hunting with "Cougar Sam", who was one of those old cougar bounty hunters who killed hundreds of cougar back in the 1950's. Later in life in my 20's I saw "Cougar Sam" at numerous hound field trials. He never recognized me as someone he had spoken to before nor did he remember that I had told him that my dad hunted with him for a short time. Every time I saw him he would say to me "I'm a living legend" and then proceed to tell me about his hunting days. He was an old old guy by that time and I figured those stories was all he had left, maybe he could have been a little more reserved, but at the end of the day the fact was he had been a very accomplished hound hunter and I enjoyed learning about his travels. What you said about this guy made me think of old Cougar Sam who passed away many years ago. Sparking up an old thread. I’d always heard lots of stories about Cougar Sam so I googled his name and came across this thread. Your story sounds spot on. I asked a local former hound hunter about Sam one time. His exact words were “oh yeah I knew him. He was almost as full of *censored* as his hunting buddy Leo!”
