The Rocky Mountain Bighorn Sheep in Wyoming were nothing if not cooperative. They seemed to recognize us and our vehicle. I’ve been told that these sheep have good memories and because we were respectful and did not encroach, they accepted us and went about their daily routines. On our third morning, as we drove into the Whiskey Basin Wildlife Habitat Management Area in search of sheep, I spotted a trio of ewes atop a rocky outcropping and alerted the others. By the time we got the vehicle turned around and stopped, only one ewe remained on the rock. It was the first (and only) time I was the first person to see the sheep so I have a particular affinity for this ewe who stood proudly and looked straight into my lens as if to greet me.
