My 1st mouflon, in September 2009.
My dream is to hunt mouflon in the mountains. Many hunters go to enclosed parks but it isn’t for me. I wanted an authentic hunting story. I had a contact for this animal in the Alps called JC, more specifically in the Southern Alps.
JC was my guide for this trip.
Today it’s time to leave my home in the direction of the Southern Alps. I’m driving between GAP and SISTERON.
I have an appointment with JC in a little town. We’re going to a very small and picturesque village. It’s very, very beautiful. We spent the evening and the night in a small old hut. It’s a very famous residence.
In the night I dream of mouflons. I have never seen this animal in the wilderness.
The alarm rings. I’m very happy because today’s a special day for me.
After a little breakfast, we go to the mountains. After 5 minutes by car, we are in the hunting area. It’s very beautiful place. We are between the Alps and Provence. We are in the Alpine foothills, so the vegetation on the North is grasses and in the Southern slope, is some Provencal vegetation.
We are at the foot of the mountain, looking with binoculars for some animals. We find some lambs and ewes at a very long distance. JC says to me: today we find a big mouflon ram for you.
I take my 270 and my rucksack. We started for a long walk.