Just as I stopped to glass, movement caught my eye. A skinny ewe stepped out at 80 yards, walking a trail on the edge of the canyon. Three more ewes followed her. Bringing up the rear, covered in mud from his horns to his hooves, was the big ram. At 65 yards I shot him through the left front shoulder. He stumbled, then tipped over the edge of the canyon, snagging in the tops of a juniper tree like a fly caught in a spider web.