It was an incredible dance to watch. The red, smaller, more agile of the two helicopters started at the bottom of the canyon, where the band of bighorn sheep was last seen a couple days ago...

and slowly worked its way up the steep canyon cliffs.

Searching and searching.

Standing below, at the mountain's base, we could eavesdrop on the conversation between the two helicopter pilots. And learn that the red chopper crew found a half dozen bighorn.

Taking shelter in a "cave" near the cliff's crest. And refusing to come out, even when blank shells are fired.

So the little red chopper touches one runner down on the edge of the ledge...

And one mugger jumps out, a thousand feet of empty air below his seat.

All but two of the sheep bust out of the cave, and scamper in all directions down the mountainside. The mugger fires and captures one of the stragglers in a net. After hobbling, blindfolding and bagging the sheep, the mugger waits patiently at the cliff's edge for his ride.

And in a blinding swirl of prop-tossed snow, climbs back on board.

For a stomach lifting drop off the cliff,

and the hunt begins anew.