At least ten men (I can't remember the exact number) had a great time at the fourth trip to Appletree. This trip also saw many new faces. What set this trip apart was the great Mouflon stampede. We hunted Friday evening and Saturday morning without much success. I, Randy Rowley, hunted on a ledge near the top of a mountain that overlooked mountains to the left and right and a valley in between. I remember being impressed with the sheer amount of territory that I saw and the ideal habitat. That afternoon we decided to conduct a drive. The drive did not bear any fruit but what happened afterwards sure did. We had just finished the drive and were assembling on the road. As we were waiting for Lee and Paul Wilson to catch up with us, I mentioned to the group of men that they ought to go look at the valley that I hunted that morning to see the view. As the ledge was just a few yards up the road, I volunteered to lead the men to the spot. One of the hunters, Pat Wilson, had brought his early teen son, Brandon, along. Blessed with an inexhaustible supply of energy like most boys, Brandon ran on ahead. Pat also set a quicker pace to keep up with his son. Randy Slagle and I were walking together and talking about 20 feet behind the Wilson’s. The next events happened very quickly. We heard Brandon shout "look dad, sheep!" Randy and I put it into afterburner and then heard a loud KABOOM! from Pat's rifle. When Randy and I arrived on the ledge we were greeted by the sight of a herd of approximately 15 Mouflon sheep, approximately 150 yards away, running down the mountain with their hair on fire. Pat squeezed off two more shots at the panicked herd. I also managed to shoot twice while Randy shot once. The sheep stopped running when they reached the safety of the valley. We then encircled the valley and decided to send one man, me, down to try to drive the sheep up one mountain or the other. The plan failed due to the fact that one of the hunters grew impatient and lobbed off a couple of shells down into the valley in the hope of scaring the sheep up the hill. The plan probably would have worked if our friend had not gotten impatient. Instead the sheep ran out of the valley exactly where I was planning to position myself. After reaching the valley floor I made a search to see if we had downed any sheep. The search did not bear fruit but I didn't give up. I climbed back up the mountain and located the spot where the sheep had been standing during Pat's initial shot. It was pretty easy to find. From there I was able to track the exact path that the sheep took in their flight to safety. No I didn't follow their tracks, I followed their pellets! Rivers of sheep pellets ran straight down the mountain. We literally scared the you-know-what out of them! Then as I was looking down in the direction that the sheep took, the sun broke through the clouds and radiated a spot perhaps ten yards square about 100 yards away. In the center of that spot lay a multicolored Mouflon ram about 100 yards away. We split the meat three ways and Pat and Randy drew high card from a UNO deck to win the right to the horns (Randy won). I was not interested in them due to my earlier mount. Paul Wilson also shot a Mouflon Ram, but, unfortunately, it proved to be on a neighbor's property.