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| Hiking | 2.20 Miles | 2 Hrs | | 1.10 mph |
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| no partners | | Cloudy, cool and windy, doesn't sound like a recipe for much hiking fun so I jumped in the truck and headed out to Fish Creek Hill to see if I could, by chance, spot a Bighorn Ram roaming the cliffs. Once the blacktop ends the gravel road is a bumpy, nasty drive but there wasn't any traffic so I just poked along taking advantage of the scenery. As I went through Tortilla Flat, I could smell the smoke from the Cactus Fire way over by the Bush Hwy
I drove slowly down the Fish Creek Hill, stopping occasionally to step out and "glass" the steep walls for Bighorns but none to be seen. After crossing the bridge at the bottom, I glanced across the creek and there was a family of "Horns" that had been on the downhill side of the road and that wasn't where I had been looking. I put on the telephoto and got off a few shots then jumped in the truck and headed back up the road, slowly so as not to spook them.
I parked and walked up the road while the curious family watched me intently but they seemed more curious than alarmed so I was able to get fairly close. The family consisted of six with one Mr. Bighorn, one Mrs. Bighorn and four Littlehorn kids. Shortly, they were approaching the end of the green area and began to get nervous because I was behind them and they had an impossibly steep cliff on the back side. At this point, they quickly dropped down to the road and ran a hundred feet before breaking up into another green area.
I followed without pushing them but when I got to the area where they had darted into, they were no where to be seen. I checked the road for hoof prints and the only ones I found were leading back uphill into the green thicket. I kept looking for several minutes and finally, way up on top of the vertical wall, was the family looking back down at me... snickering no doubt. There was only one steep angled shelf leading to the top and that must have been the route they took getting away from me.
Fun morning on Fish Creek Hill, shot up a family of Bighorns and I have the photos for my trophy wall
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On every trip into the Superstitions, I find another Gold Mine. Today the mine was filled with Memories. I can not wait for the next trip. |
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