Bighorn Hunting Bismarck ND

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Dakota Prairie Grasslands
(701) 250-4443
1511 E. Interstate Ave.
Bismarck, ND
Other Activties
Auto Touring; Biking; Camping; Fishing; Hiking; Horseback Riding; Hunting; Picnicking; Wildlife Viewing

Norseman Supply
701391834
2666 West Loveland Road
Bismarck, ND
 
Dans Sport Center
701751400
7499 Gray Fox Lane
Bismarck, ND
 
A R Arms
701663901
2205 N Sommer Dr
Mandan, ND
 
Rolling Thunder Sporting Goods
701663136
503 Division St Ne
Mandan, ND
 
Muzzle Blast Firearms
701223146
5001 149Th Ave Nw
Bismarck, ND
 
Hughes Gunsmithing Llc
701222398
3385 Silver Fox Lane
Bismarck, ND
 
Brown, Joel R
701667614
2416 Crocus Drive North
Mandan, ND
 
High Country Llc
701202514
3215 N Crested Dr
Mandan, ND
 
J. Clark Salyer National Wildlife Refuge
(701) 768-2548
681 Salyer Road
Upham, ND
Other Activties
Auto Touring; Boating; Fishing; Hiking; Historic & Cultural Site; Hunting; Interpretive Programs; Wildlife Viewing

Preparing for a Bighorn Hunt

Engaged in a peerless but somewhat reckless parody imitating a bolt of greased lightning, I narrowly missed setting a new world’s record in the three-meter dash as I darted for the warmth of my down filled sleeping bag. Piling under the covers, I stuffed myself deep inside the cozy refuge in hopes of kick starting my circulation again, after stumbling around in the pre-dawn darkness brewing a fire to life with frost covered tinder.

As I lay there listening to the wind bluster down the craggy walls of the valley, the old tin box in the corner started to cough and groan, each sputter it made belching forth a chimney full of sparks that would go dancing up through the treetops like tiny fireworks before they fizzled from life and delicately swirled back to the ground disguised as miniature ash bombs. I hadn’t even the time yet to reach a hand and wipe the sleep from my eyes or enjoy the small waves of heat starting to trickle my way, when my outfitter rapped a couple times on the canvas shell of my wall tent.

“Up and at ‘em, Steve!” he barked. “The cats are back in camp, and coffee’s a brewing!” Half turning to leave, he illuminated my gear with the yellow beam of his flashlight. “Oh ya, sure hope you got film in that there camera of yours because you’re going to need it!”

My head still whirling in a dizzy haze of dreamland wonder, I yawned, reached for the stars to stretch the well rested knots from my back, then let a big shiver go. “Brrrrr ... holy snappers is it cold,” I thought and half said to myself, rolling out of a toasty bedroll and into starch stiff hunting duds I could have sworn had spent the night in an icebox.

Shuffling around the now growling stove to warm up a few of my more tender spots, I scratched a couple itchy body parts that were nagging me, including the top of my head. “The cats are back in camp? Huh, better go check this out,” I muttered groggily. Taking one last sweet draw of smoke emanating from crackling flames gnawing through an armload of sappy pine I had fed the toasty fire, I jumped into sodden boots, and stepped beneath a wonder of twinkling stars. Burning off yonder over the easterly mountain range, an abysmal pool of molten darkness was busy fighting off an encroaching sunrise. It would only be a matter of time before the purple hue draped across the horizon melted into a fiery mixture of pastel rapture. In bliss, I stood there awe struck inhaling the beauty of it all, relishing the promise of yet another day climbing mountains in pursuit of bighorn rams.

I was in paradise chasing a lifelong passion of hunting sheep, a small niche of heaven in the Rocky Mountains. It was grizzly country, as grizzly country as you could ever expect to find. The makeshift electric fencer strung around camp was an affidavit to that. So were all the fresh bear diggings down along the creek that riffled past our rustic lodgings no more than a strong arm’s throw away. If that wasn’t enough, there were countless tales swapped o...

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