The elk hunt of men!!

When the elk was down after some good shoot'n , the GPS confirmed

our fear of how far we were from any road.

HOLY #!?*

The bull was green scored at 322 B.C.




awkward load.

Purple sage outfitters got noth'in on us!

The two whipping boys

Making our way out through the tangle of trees.

The pack out was long , grueling , very sweaty and

I even think their was a couple of tears between outbursts

of how bad and tough we were.

In the home stretch.

Our day (quest) began at 3:30 am and came to an end

around 4:00 pm.

With only about 1 bottle of water apiece and a couple of granola bars the

impossible was accomplished.

Last trip with the meat thanks to Umberto Bieza and his

trusty steeds.

What a great hunting season!