Based on the weather forecast, day two was to be sunny and clear, but the
mountaintop was pounded by a snow storm overnight, making for some unforgettable
scenes of snow-covered pine and partially exposed rock, especially while the sun was
out. But it didn’t last long as the fog returned, blanketing the mountains for the rest of
Dropping down into the valley visibility was adequate, so we glassed from
several vantage points throughout the day, but only saw a few ewes. While hiking
several ridgelines, we came across a wild pig and several red deer, my first in Spain, but
after several extended hikes, it was apparent that few rams inhabited the area. By dark
we negotiated the slushy roads over the top and back down the mountain to Almeria.
Our third and last day started out with a light rain at the lower elevations, and a
snowstorm on top of the mountain. But it was not long before Gaspar spotted a herd of
seven rams, and we initiated a stalk on the animals from above in an attempt to cut them
off, but not before they spotted us and rapidly crossed an expansive valley below us that
stretched for over a mile, then up a steep, rocky bluff, crossing a saddle, and then
Returning to our vehicle, we drove to the top of the mountain but discovered it
was once again blanketed in fog.
We then dropped back down off the mountain and took a dirt road out of
Velefique that wound through the lower mountain range. Not one mile from the village
we spotted a herd of nine red deer stags and shortly afterwards spotted an ibex ram on a
rocky precipice high above us. In an attempt to catch up to the animal, which we hoped
was accompanied by other rams, we hiked over the soaking wet bunch grass laden
mountaintop for over a mile, but failed to relocate the ram. Arriving at the opposing
mountainside where Gaspar and I observed the group of nine rams on the afternoon of
day one, we spent over an hour in a light rain and strong, cold wind, glassing the many
caves on the boulder-laden mountainside in search of bedded rams, but only saw one ewe
before we departed the area.
A short while later we walked another ridge line only to see one young ram a ewe
and its lamb. Following a short break for lunch, we made another attempt to hunt the
higher elevation, but fog preempted any attempt to locate animals.
By three p.m. we returned to where we observed the seven rams in the morning
and decided to hike to the saddle where they disappeared in hopes they bedded down on
the other side. Following Gaspar and Vicente, walking was not overly challenging until
we made our ascent to the saddle when the grueling force of gravity became evident with
Exiting the saddle there were no rams to be seen, but we did see one ewe high
above us in a boulder-strewn area that could easily hide the rams we were after. Once
again, we climbed the steep mountainside. But it was not long before we spotted the
rams. Slowly I made my way up to the guides and glassed several rams as they fed their
way along the rocky outcrops.
Once they moved off we climbed higher and caught up to them once again, but as
we did they became aware of our presence. Picking out a boulder that I could shoot
from, I agonizingly crawled up to it and scoped several rams about 200 yards from us.
With my 7mm laid on Vicente’s backpack, I aimed at the various animals while Vicente
critiqued their horns.
In his broken English all I heard was “Don’t choot, don’t choot” when suddenly
he said “Do you see the two rams on the boulder- choot the one on the right.” As the ram
faced me at 200 yards, I aimed at the base of its neck and the crack of my .7mm shattered
the silent mountainside as the magnificent animal collapsed into my memory bank in one
of the most scenic regions on the planet.