The next year, in August of 2012, I was presented with as close a chance as I could reasonably ask for. Gary had taken a nice broomed ram a couple days before, and the three of us were running a ridge top to check out the basins on the back side. We spotted two rams about 3 miles away, in a drainage running off of the ridge we were on. It was an average, legal-looking ram accompanied by a half-curl. After looking him over carefully, I realized it was Houdini again. We were in a good position, so we made a stalk, and crawled over the nearest outcropping a little under 400 yards from the bedded rams. Technically speaking, it was an easy shot. I had a rock-solid rest, accurate range, and no wind. However, Houdini was bedded in a way that his left horn covered his chest from my vantage point. With my finger on the trigger, I told Steve to show himself to get the ram to stand up. Almost always, when a bedded sheep sees you from that distance, they will stand up and look at you, evaluating the threat. That sheep jumped up and took off up the mountain like his butt was on fire. No shots were fired, and he got away clean. I was bluntly reminded that patience pays off and pushing it often doesn’t.