We'd just spooked the ram, the biggest still left on the mountain. The winds had been going straight uphill in his direction all morning, but we had no choice, this was day nine, and we had to make an attempt. Our long distance game of charades confirmed our suspicions. Through the spotting scope Lance observed Jake give us the "Gig is up" signal.... we were dejected and took it hard. It was still only three in the afternoon and Lance left little time for us to wallow in our depression, it was time to move and he meant business now. For the past 6 days we'd observed great rams, all in the 9, 10, and 11 year old class... monster rams. We would spot a ram and wait for the opportunity to arise for us to make a stalk. We had some close calls and some near misses. We stalked one 11 year old ram for two consecutive days and had opportunities at 35 and 27 yards that didn't materialize into a punched tag. We'd hiked off the mountain in the dark the last four evenings and with only two days left in the hunt, it was time to seal the deal. As Lance headed off in the distance, I looked to Nate and asked him if Lance had shared the "Plan" with him, he hadn't, but Nate suggested we were headed to the distance mountain pass and over. I was beat. It was all I had to keep up with Lance and Nate the rest of the afternoon, that as luck would have it, extended much longer than any previous day, we'd be coming home with heavy packs well after dark tonight.