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<blockquote data-quote="memtb" data-source="post: 3025925" data-attributes="member: 75451"><p>My first year of hunting Wyoming as a resident, a friend of mine and myself were elk hunting west of Big Piney.</p><p></p><p> We parked his truck out in an relatively open Sage Brush flat. Hiked to a heavily timbered peak with a horizontal opening, 50 to 100 yards wide, seemingly all the way around this little peak. We could actually see the sunlight reflecting off of the trucks windshield about a mile away.</p><p></p><p> We split up, agreeing to meet (I thought) up at a large downed tree near dark. With dark rapidly approaching, along with a little winter weather predicted during the night……I got back to our tree!</p><p></p><p> After a bit, worried about my buddy……I first whistled (I can't whistle for <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="💩" title="Pile of poo :poop:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f4a9.png" data-shortname=":poop:" />), then started yelling for him. Worried about him spending the night out possibly turned around, I started breaking up limbs for a big fire. I had soon enough limbs piled-up that would have made a lumberjack envious. I then started my heat source/signal fire…..soon having a "roaring" fire. It's "dark thirty" by now……Proud of my handiwork, I turned around and saw the headlights of our truck! <img class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" alt="🤦♂️" title="Man facepalming :man_facepalming:" src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f926-2642.png" data-shortname=":man_facepalming:" /></p><p></p><p> My buddy wasn't the one alone on the mountain…..I was. I now did my best "impersonation" of a firefighter! </p><p></p><p> I got the fire out, grabbed my light from my gear…..discovering then that my light didn't work. In near pitch darkness, with only the intermittent moon light to help direct me down the mountain.</p><p></p><p> Somewhere during the steep decent I bumped into the trunk of a small downed tree with my shin. I did exactly what most of us have probably done….stepped up onto the little tree trunk and jumped off the the side!</p><p></p><p> I didn't think that I would ever hit the bottom of whatever I had jumped into. When I finally did hit bottom, the force drove my knees into my chest, thoroughly "knocking the wind out of me"! </p><p></p><p> When I finally recovered, got my bearings again…..I started off again. I ended up being far off course as the moon wasn't much help and I had to make many course corrections. Around midnight we finally got back together and started the hour or so drive back to our camp where others were worried and waiting on us. memtb</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="memtb, post: 3025925, member: 75451"] My first year of hunting Wyoming as a resident, a friend of mine and myself were elk hunting west of Big Piney. We parked his truck out in an relatively open Sage Brush flat. Hiked to a heavily timbered peak with a horizontal opening, 50 to 100 yards wide, seemingly all the way around this little peak. We could actually see the sunlight reflecting off of the trucks windshield about a mile away. We split up, agreeing to meet (I thought) up at a large downed tree near dark. With dark rapidly approaching, along with a little winter weather predicted during the night……I got back to our tree! After a bit, worried about my buddy……I first whistled (I can’t whistle for 💩), then started yelling for him. Worried about him spending the night out possibly turned around, I started breaking up limbs for a big fire. I had soon enough limbs piled-up that would have made a lumberjack envious. I then started my heat source/signal fire…..soon having a “roaring” fire. It’s “dark thirty” by now……Proud of my handiwork, I turned around and saw the headlights of our truck! 🤦♂️ My buddy wasn’t the one alone on the mountain…..I was. I now did my best “impersonation” of a firefighter! I got the fire out, grabbed my light from my gear…..discovering then that my light didn’t work. In near pitch darkness, with only the intermittent moon light to help direct me down the mountain. Somewhere during the steep decent I bumped into the trunk of a small downed tree with my shin. I did exactly what most of us have probably done….stepped up onto the little tree trunk and jumped off the the side! I didn’t think that I would ever hit the bottom of whatever I had jumped into. When I finally did hit bottom, the force drove my knees into my chest, thoroughly “knocking the wind out of me”! When I finally recovered, got my bearings again…..I started off again. I ended up being far off course as the moon wasn’t much help and I had to make many course corrections. Around midnight we finally got back together and started the hour or so drive back to our camp where others were worried and waiting on us. memtb [/QUOTE]
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