As I sit taking it all in. What I have accomplished, I shift from hunter mentality to packer mentality. I start to follow the trail back to my truck in my mind.
Oh s%$t! What have I done! Although the walk in was not extremely difficult, it still wasn't a walk in the park. One round trip would be nearly 9 miles. Digging out my phone I dialed my brother.
"Hello" he answers" How did your morning go?"
"Good" I replied "are you busy today? I shot an elk and could use your help to get him out."
"Hell yeah! Send me a pin and I will come and meet you"
"My phone is almost dead and I don't have great service" I lied " I will rip out and meet you at my truck. Stop at my house and throw the quad and utv on the trailer. Oh yeah grab the chainsaws and extra oil and gas we have a "few" dead falls to cut"
Feeling bad about my story, I called my wife to let her know that I had been succesful and that my brother was coming to help. She was excited and said she would come along to help out.
Now I was feeling really bad that I hadn't told them how far in I was.
Over 6 hours later exhausted and starving we had him back to the truck.
A few dead fall was closer to one hundred and two of the creek crossings were so steep we had to tie the quad to the ranger to winch it up and keep it from flipping over.
But we survived and now my brother is chomping at the bit to go in next year.
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