We drove around to the western side of the ridge so that the wind would be in our favor as we climbed up and over it to where we’d spotted the aoudad. As we eased along as quickly and silently as possible, we jumped two coveys of bobwhites about halfway up (causing us to go into collective cardiac arrest), and a little farther along we bumped three ewes that were making their way to the south along the top of the ridge. When we finally got to where we would be in position for a shot, we were pinned by yet another ewe that stood and stared at us for a few minutes before bugging out. When she did, we eased up to find that the sheep were gone. Confused about how they’d completely disappeared, and somewhat dejected, we started heading south along the top of the ridge and soon located the sheep on an outcropping a few hundred yards south of us on the eastern side of the ridge. As we went along, we were twice pinned by ewes—four at first, then two others just above the spot where we’d last seen the larger group. We sat there for 20 tense minutes as they stared and snorted at us, sure they would blow our opportunity. Eventually, Tate tired of waiting on the ewes to make a move and eased down the slope to see if the rest of the sheep were still there. He looked back in my direction and eagerly waved for me to join him.