A familiar hum filled the air, a comforting reminder that we were only a Super Cub ride away from civilization. But this time was different- the small passenger plane had likely taken off from the small town airport less than 5 miles away from my residence. It has been three weeks now since I have heard that reassuring sound fill the valley floor surrounding our moose camp.

I still remember the day I saw the picture. It was in an old copy of a hunting magazine. I was 12, and the instant I saw it, I was fascinated by the curve of the ram's horn. There was Mr. Riahi, the head of the Iranian game department posing next to a giant Urial ram.