Re: Wyoming 6 point Bull Elk 750 yards 300 gr Berger
Now, for the rest of the story. After I got back to camp with the horns, I was beat from quartering and packing the meat a safe distance from the carcass to lessen my chances of an encounter with a griz or at least with him having all the advantage. So, I crawled into bed and took a 30 minute power nap. I woke up and saddled my mustang mare and put a pack saddle and some saddle panniers on my wife's giant gelding. I don't like riding him because it is just to damn hard to get up that high without a big rock to use as a step. So I had a plan to ride the horses up the drainage to my elk, load it up and back I come all done in two hours. Wishful thinking. So the first half mile up the drainage went well until I saw a bottle neck that I didn't remember. Hmmm, me forget, oh well. So it appeared the best thing to do was to lead the horses up a steep side hill. Did I mention that I took off my hiking boots and put on my low traction riding boots? So my mare is all lathered up and I am leading the two of them up and through nasty crap trying to remember why I came this way. At times, the horses looked like big horn sheep traversing rocks and such. Well, we finally got out of the crappy side hill and made it to the open slope that I shot the elk on. A check with the gps and only 500 feet to go. Hmmm, I was supposed to be riding my horse all this way and not hiking again, water, I don't need no stinking water, damn a beer would taste good about now. So, I make it to the elk quarters, talking loudly to make sure I don't surprise a griz and good news I don't need to spend any 300 grain nosler partitions out of the 454 casul. I load the quarters on to the big gelding "Frank" and all was well, he didn't seem to mind. The quarters still had the lower legs on them because I didn't want to expend the energy to saw them off. I noticed the hooves from the quarters were a little close to Frank's back side (not smart) I attempted to get in the saddle on my mare and she wasn't co-operating so I decided to lead them both for a couple hundred yards to head into the next drainage to go down. I got about 10 feet and one of those scary hooves touched Frank's hind end and the rodeo was on. He bucked round and round with me hanging on to the lead rope until the saddle pannier ripped on one side and two quarters fell out. He won. So, I tied him up again and assessed the damage. The pack saddle was all out of place from him being so sweated up and then the weight on one side moved it out of wack, so I unloaded everything and cut off the lower legs. Then I loaded everything back in paying careful attention not to let any part of the elk legs hit Frank's hind end. I strapped everything together as tight as I could, got in the saddle and rode into the next drainage. Why didn't I come up this way you dumb ass? This was a lot better or so I thought as I was riding my mare down a pretty good slope and noticing she was running out of ground clearance due to the depth of the snow drifts. Down to here knees and back up, yee haw! I was able to pick my way through the dead falls and with the exception of my mare wanting to go straight down and me wanting her to take a good trail, with snow on it (I won) we made it back to the main two track road where I noticed Frank's saddle blanket was almost out from under the pack saddle, oh well only a 1/4 mile more to go. We made it to camp and I unload the meat and WTF only 3 quarters, somewhere in the last two miles I lost a shoulder and not the one with a big bullet hole either, it was the good shoulder. Not having a clue where to look for the shoulder, it is my contribution to the wolves or bears in the area so they don't go hungry tonight.
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