My Note: So straight up I realize that by documenting this here, I'm about to get absolutely shredded by the guys that know what they are doing. And it's deserved. Like they say: Reality is the graveyard of the Good Idea Fairies. And this last week stacked up a body count.
The Trip
For context: Loaded up for a 3-night shake-down trip/bear hunt. Had gear, dog, rifle, horses. Off we went. I don't want to turn this into a gear review thread, so I'll keep comments brief.
So I started off the trip excited about all the Good Ideas I'd accumulated during the off season. (So many Good Ideas!) I'd left the house in a bit of a hurry, and most of my pack gear (panniers and such) was at the trailer, and I wasn't able to pre-pack/pre-weigh anything. So once again, it was a yard sale at the trail head. But that didn't bother me too much this time. I was in no rush, and wanted to make sure my packs were properly balanced, and that I didn't forget anything critical.
Pack horse was loaded and rigged with my patent-pending NRS-Strap "barrel hitch" around the panniers, and cam straps over the top duffles. "This works slick" I said to myself. **
Morgan Freeman narrator-voice: For those of you who know what you're doing, you can already see where this is headed.**
So with that we hit the trail. It was mostly up-hill, and uneventful. I did a mix of riding and walking, and then we got into scrub poplar. It sucked. Trail saw came out a few times. Panniers got a nice intro to semi-mountain country.
We did some ridgeline cruising for a while, and then made it to the north side timber, which was all spruce and fir trees. More walking through timber (limbs too low to the ground to ride), with Molly The Pack Horse (MTPH) smacking into trees with the panniers.
Water
The whole time I was generally headed in the direction of water, one valley over. I'm told that without water, you can't really do this horse thing, so you're always keeping water for your critters in the back of your mind.
So we continue down the north side of the ridge, slowly making our way down to the creek at the bottom of the valley.
But, even a newb like me can tell there isn't a creek here. It's just dried up dirt. Drought has been a thing where I'm at for a while now, and winter didn't do much for moisture this year. "Hmm, okay, this sucks, but we will figure it out."
This is about the time I feel the pack horse lead rope start to slide in my hand. Slowly at first, and then it becomes an immovable object as my riding horse keeps going forward, and the pack horse doesn't. I look back, and there is MTPH, four feet planted, and her whole load rolled onto her side...
Holy F***
So pucker factor goes to 10/10. I know what happens at this point. The pack horse explodes, your gear gets destroyed and thrown all over the mountain, and you pray that your horse doesn't get hurt during this process.
Call it beginners luck, but MTPH just stands there, eyeballing me and waiting for me to fix her situation. She doesn't blow, stomp, dance, nothing. Just stands there. WTF.
Anyway, I manage to start popping cam straps. Or, try to... Hmm, suddenly the Good Idea Fairy doesn't seem so smart: These are hard to un-do under tension, and that's if you can even get at them. And if I had a horse that was flipping out, instead of just standing there judging my soul, I wouldn't be able to un-do those at all. (More on that later.)
Anyway, short version is I get everything undone, re-rigged, and we start walking to valley bottom. Yes, walking. I was a bit adenaline'd up after this whole thing, and wanted to take things easy for a bit.
Camp.
We walked up over a small draw, and found a stock tank. Horses weren't too sure about it at first, but figure it out and drink their fill.
We continue another 30 min down to the bottom of the valley, where there's supposed to be a decent creek. But unfortunately for us, no creek. The good news, though, is that there is another stock tank (well, tractor tire this time), so we do technically have water. It'll have to do. I set up the high-line (this was a first for me), get the horses and horse gear organized, new tipi tent and aliexpress titanium stove set up. All the usual stuff you have to do.
Then, I enjoyed a short evening of observing elk, having some beef jerky, and drinking tea subtly flavoured with hints of stock tank water...
Morning After
I didn't sleep worth a crap, as the tea had caffeine in it. Smart life choice. But it was cool listening to horse bells all night. You pros are right - You start to *want* to hear those bells, as it means all is good. Silence becomes a bad thing.
It's one thing to still hear those bells in the morning, but it's another to open the tent flap and see this:
Great feeling to know you're not stranded.
Dilemma
So the night before, as I'm untacking the horses, I see that MTPH has rubbed the hair off a small spot on her withers. 100% this is a function of me being a shit packer. So I make the call to cut the trip short, as I feel this has now become more of a "How the heck do I get out of this valley without causing MTPH more problems and rolling more packs."
I could ride her out, but with the pack roll from the day before in my head, I'm not confident I want to put that contraption on my rookie riding horse. If that rolls on him, I'm very confident the outcome will be very different (and very bad for all involved.)
So, time to pay the Mountain Tax. Panniers are strategically cached, and I'll go back for them in a week. They weigh about 17lbs each, so dropping them saves 34lbs right there. I doubled the grain ration that morning (extra feed wasn't needed since we were heading back to the truck), so that dropped another 8lbs or so. The thought here was that by lightening the load, the easier the ride out will be on MTPH.
Modified Gear
My "top pack" duffles now become soft panniers, and get filled with everything. My day pack now becomes the most embarrassing and dumb looking top-pack for stuff like sleeping bag, extra shirts, all the light and fluffy stuff.
OP Comment: I'm cringing including this picture, cause it's ******* janky and embarrassing, but it's here cause I guess I want to be transparent about the lessons learned.
Pack Out
Again, I'll keep this short by saying the ride out went well, until it didn't.
Dropped my phone without noticing, so tied up horses to go find it. (Started backtracking and eventually found it - That's why there's all these pretty pictures here.)
But the biggest (and sketchiest) issue was rolling packs. I weighed the shit out of those duffles for the ride out - They were exactly 44.5lbs each. I wanted to be extra diligent that everything was balanced, given the previous day's jackpot. And on the up-hill ride out, everything mostly worked. The visual wasn't pretty compared to those sleek and sexy "real" outfits I've seen here on the Slide, but we got up out of the valley without an issue. I even got to enjoy a bit of the "This sure beats hiking" feeling.
But, once we were up out of the valley, and on the downhill trail back to the truck, problems started. Skipping the fluff, the pack rolled twice.
(Not to ruin the ending, but "why" this happened has been subsequently been sorted out thanks to some post-trip help by an outfitter friend.) But it's a god-awful feeling when this happens, and scary as ****. Lesson learned: You HAVE to be able to get your packed stuff of a horse
FAST. (More on this in the next post.)
All I can say is I'm incredibly grateful to MTPH who, instead of bucking and trashing gear, just stood there and waited for me to fix the shit-show (Instead of stomping me and my gear into oblivion like she should have...)
But after about 9km of riding, we made it back to the truck. Gear and horses were loaded without incident, and we made it back home.
RIP Good Idea Fairy - May 2025.
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Summary: Trip was a failure as a hunting trip. Trip was a failure as a "horse packing" trip. But I suppose this trip was a success from a "learn stuff in a safe-ish environment". Happier to have this disaster of a trip happen on a casual, fair-weather, glorified camping trip vs. in the fall on a sheep hunt.
Some adjustments to gear will be made, and another trip in similar terrain will be attempted.