Wild Sheep Foundation

My obsession with sheep hunting started four years ago when I went on my first Stone sheep hunt in the Cassiar Mountains of British Columbia. I was mesmerized by the remote alpine country that these …

Editors Note: Alexander David Marsh, or Dave as his friends knew him, passed away suddenly and far too early on October 3rd, 2016 while on a wilderness horseback hunt in the high north of British …

The ram, full curl is at 110yds and closing. The Rockies’ craggy, broken limestone will push him right to me. Wind? Good. Light? Good. The monarch is at peace and steadily feeds his way towards …

Looking down, we saw where something had slid, leaving a trail of red in the middle. I stepped a few yards sideways to look downhill through the trees. I ended up standing in a deer …

“Help!” That’s not what you want to hear. Not in these conditions: wet, cold, steep, rocky, and slippery as snot. It was Steve. His yell for help was faint, but clear. He was in trouble. …

I always thought sheep hunting was an out-of-reach dream. Traditionally, hunting in my family was about chasing mule deer, elk, and moose. Sheep were an elusive mountain animal that only elite hunters had the audacity and …

Best Laid Plans Anyone who has traveled the high peaks in pursuit of Dall sheep knows that a hunt of this magnitude brings with it extreme highs and extreme lows. The physical beating and emotional …

As a very young lad, my first exposure to the ways of wolves was lying wide-eyed and listening to my mother, Elly, reading the adventures of Little Red Riding Hood. You know the one. She …

Oh, the comfort of familiarity. Like the feeling of slipping into a favourite pair of boots, the smell of a familiar old bar or the feeling of settling into the worn out seat of an …

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but the mountain will never beat me. 3:45 a.m. came early on that breezy, warm July morning. It was two days before the season opener and after a …