That's right. I'm going to quit talking about how hard it is for me to get the elk meat out. I like elk hunting too much, and i'll keep doing it until I can't get out of bed anymore. Or a bear eats me. Whichever comes first.
I figured out a few years ago that as much as I enjoy hunting I hated the pack out even more. Since that time I have taken 4 or 5 elk with the furthest pack being about 200 yards to a road that I could get my 4 wheeler to. This last year it took me 3 days to find the herd that I like to hunt and those elk refused to come out of the drainage that they were in. If I would of shot one it would of been about a mile pack so I didn't shoot one. But then when I look in my freezer I also figure that I gave away too much elk meat last year and need to get another one this year even if I do have to pack it out.
this is the reason i have been on the elk hunts i have been on, since i have only drawn a cow tag of my own and have yet to pull a bull tag. the only bull hunts i have taken part in have been family members and freinds hunts. usually when one gets a tag, 2 or 3 others go along for the pack out and to enjoy the hunt as well. better belive when i draw my tag im gonna have a handfull of freinds in camp waitin for the good word to lace up they're boots and grab a fram pack.
In the spring of 2007 I was the unfortunate recipient of an injury cause by a damaged carbon arrow that shattered on release of the arrow. I was in the yard going to take a few practice shots before dinner and the second arrow is the one that did the damage. That day will forever be burned in my mind. After I release what happened I made mistake #2 I pulled the tail shaft of the arrow out of my hand causing more damage.
Thank goodness that my wife was home and was able to...