Re: Have You Ever Backpack Hunted?
I started back packing back in 1985. I knew that the big bucks where just out of reach on my day hunts from base camp. So I decided to start back packing after them. I went out and bought a nice Kelty frame pack along with a bunch of very expensive light weight gear. I got a light weight tent, sleeping bag, pad, lantern, stove, and cook set. When I put all that light weight gear in my pack it suddenly wasn't light weight anymore, along with the large cans of beef stew, chili, sardines and kipper snacks, two gallons of water, and assorted candy bars. That first trip was hell. I hated every step up that mountain. I learned as I went along. After a few years I learned I still hated back packing, so I decided to start horse packing. That's where the real adventure is. That first year with a horse I didn't have the slightest clue how to pack one, so I just got a few duffel bags and a bunch of rope and started tying stuff onto the saddles. My first trip dragin horses up the hill was an adventure to say the least. After seven hours on the trail walking and leading the horses up to Ten Thousand Foot ridge in the San Gorgonio Wilderness, just at dark I had my first wreck. Horses were stampeding in every direction slinging gear all over the mountains. After running around in the dark for a couple hours I finally had the horses gathered up and searched around and found my tent and sleeping bag. After puking all over the trail I finally found a flat spot to set up my tent. I crawled into my sleeping bag and shivered all night. The next morning I was still sick as a dog so I just searched around till I found most of my gear and packed up and headed down the mountain. I was hooked and I've been dragin a pack string ever since. I still have my pack and all the gear just as a reminder of how much I hated back packin!