Brutally rugged. Hostile to life. Yet one non-native species thrives here. Aoudad. Barbary Sheep. Whatever you want to call them. They roam the rocky mountains in mobs of rams, ewes, and lambs. Hopping from outcrop to outcrop, running the steep terrain, avoiding lions and surviving drought.
In October 2016, five of us chased them. Five of us found them, and a whole lot more.
#mountainsoundsTexas Rain - Seven Miles South
- Wilderness is more than a federally designated roadless area. It’s an idea that resides in each of us who’s souls are as yet uncauterized by modern, urbanized ease. a sort of music plucked from our heartstrings. a song of natural wonders and wild things, of a time where men were an integral part of that and not simply cogs is the economic engine of civilization. This area in west Texas, though lacking official designation, is as wild a place as any with such distinctions. And these barbary sheep, snatched from their native ranges in the middle of the last century, are every bit a part of that song despite their exotic origins. They are animals as tough and as wild as the country they inhabit. And gave us, in addition to the five rams we took, a deeper understanding of what is truly wild and real.