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So, who was this man I was to spend the next week with? He sounded nice enough over the phone, and via email, but now I would finally meet him. He had beaten me to my parents' cabin, our meeting place, and my first sighting of him was from behind. I gulped slightly, seeing the burly figure in front of me … but as I came to the deck and our eyes met, I knew it was going to be good.
So began a lifetime dream hunt for Rocky Mountain Bighorn Sheep. We finished socializing and headed out, for, even from McCall, we had a four hour drive to the Frank Church Wilderness.