I was standing on the road taking pictures of the bighorn sheep going down to the Green River to get a drink. What I didn't knpw is I was standing where they come back up from the river. Fifteen or twenty had come up right beside me and had run in both directions down the road. This guy stopped about 30 yards in front of me and turned around and started lowering his head to charge. I quickly backed up and luckily he changed his mind. He did run up the hill side and stood on this rock and looked at me and let me know "who is the boss"