My brother and I were calling a large "bowl" of sage brush on a private ranch near omak wa. We picked a calling position near the base of a rocky outcropping mixed with sage. So we had our bases coverd if if something were to come it would have to expose itself in order to get down wind of us and our decoy. We called for about 25 minutes when I just glanced over my shoulder and up to the top of the rocks. I had to freeze. Here he was 200 yards straight above us and had us pegged. My rifle was three feet away from me and I had to wait until he looked left to make a quick move for the gun. In one quick move i grabed the Tikka .243 and put it to my shoulder lined him up in the crosshair exhaled and squeezed. He was hit in the right shoulder and a very small peice of frag came out near the left hip. He must have fell and rolled atleast 100 yards before he came to a dead stop. He's a good size male with an awesome pelt. I'd rather be lucky than good any day. Thanks for letting me share.
