Dale Matson
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I can't Imagine Trying To Walk Through This
Well, if you have followed the articles I’ve written over
time and more frequently recently, you might be asking yourself, “Has he gone
from veneration to worship?” Steve Yeager calls it, “Sheep Fever”.
Sharon accompanied me to the east side of the Sierra Nevada
this week and it was less burdensome to have her along sharing the 6-hour drive
from Fresno to Bishop via Tehachapi Pass.
Sharon
Our plan was to look near Mt. Whitney where I had previously
gotten some wonderful close photographs of a group of sheep. We then would look
near Black Canyon south of Aberdeen and finally head up to Bishop for an
overnight. We were scheduled to meet Steve Yeager at his place the following
morning and look for sheep along Pine Creek Road. Here is a previous article on
Steve. http://midsierramusing.blogspot.com/2016/04/sierra-nevada-bighorn-sheep-steve.html
I had high hopes for the site near Whitney but as we walked
up the trail, it was obvious that there were no fresh tracks or scat to
indicate recent sheep activity. It is a steep trail up and down but as we left,
we remained hopeful that the site south of Aberdeen would have sheep. We used
our binoculars for quite some time, moved further north and eventually crossed
a creek and climbed about 700’. There was still no recent evidence of sheep
there either. This was my third attempt with no sightings at this location. It doesn't mean the sheep weren't there. We once saw a herd of
about 50 deer in that area. The CDFW places transmitter collars on some sheep,
which helps them locate the sheep, but we only have our eyes aided by binoculars, which are not
nearly as attuned as Steve or Dr. Wehausen.
Inyo Mountains To The East
Can You See A Sheep? We Couldn't Either
After an overnight stay and breakfast, we headed to Steve’s
place to meet up with him for the trip up Pine Creek Road above Rovana. We had
two stops along the road as we climbed. Steve spotted four juvenile sheep at
the third stop. There was also a young ram above them. I got plenty of
photographs with my Tamron 150-600mm lens adapted to a Sony A7R2.
Steve claimed the four juveniles were on their own because
their mothers were preoccupied with new lambs that they had birthed higher
up. By going very high, the mothers protect the new lambs, which have also no scent,
by making them less vulnerable to predators. In the meantime, these four
juveniles were footloose and fancy free with deeds of “derring do”. We watched one
jump off a 30’ cliff and of course, the others followed suit. Steve thinks that
some of the young mortality is connected to this kind of risk taking.
Steve Guestimated That This Was About A Thirty Foot Jump
We continued to drive higher in hopes of getting closer but
the young sheep seemed uncustomary wary at this distance and moved higher also,
keeping us far apart. In all Steve and Sharon saw four juveniles, two ewes and
two young rams. I never did see the ewes in the willows.
White Mountain Peak To The East
Young Ram One
Young Ram Two
Skyline Shot Of Barely Visable Sheep
We walked above the gate toward the mine taking more
photographs with me getting a shot of a second young ram. I included a skyline
shot that should indicate just how difficult is to see these sheep unless the
background rocks contrast with their coats. These sheep all had white coats.
Sharon's Photograph Of Steve And I Walking
The Captivating Beauty Of Sheep Country
And Of Course Mighty Mount Whitney
We talked to the tungsten mine maintenance men and they
noted that they had several mountain lion and bobcat sightings and the group of
nineteen had scattered after that. This was Sharon’s first time to see the
sheep and she was able to spot one on her own. It was so rewarding once again
to see these wonderful endangered animals and I wish the mountain lions and
bobcats would stick to a diet of mule deer.
We stopped back at Steve’s place and my Sharon met his
Sharon. Homebound, we stopped near Mt. Whitney again but saw no fresh evidence
of sheep. My gusher from the week before had become a dry hole so to speak.
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