Pony Soldier
WKR
Once upon a time one of my fraternity brothers shot a nice 349 bull as it crashed at him in a jungle. We got it dragged down the hill and down the dry creek bottom but when we hit the flats all the tugging was not going to move that bull.
I borrowed a horse and grabbed a rope (synthetic) and went back to the elk. I hooked on and gave it a pull. The elk stayed put but the rope got longer and longer until it pulled back and nearly pulled the horse over backwards. That was the last stretchy rope I ever owned.
When I tow elk with a horse, I use an old lariet (preferably the old large diameter ones) or a 1/2 inch hemp rope.
Most of the country I hunt is a challenge to stand on. I keep some longer chunks of parachord to tie off to trees while I am gutting it. It didn't take me long to figure out the hastles of riding a dead elk down a steep hill with a knife in hand and a gun leaning against a tree.
Much of life is learning from painful, bloody experiences you wish you could forget.
I borrowed a horse and grabbed a rope (synthetic) and went back to the elk. I hooked on and gave it a pull. The elk stayed put but the rope got longer and longer until it pulled back and nearly pulled the horse over backwards. That was the last stretchy rope I ever owned.
When I tow elk with a horse, I use an old lariet (preferably the old large diameter ones) or a 1/2 inch hemp rope.
Most of the country I hunt is a challenge to stand on. I keep some longer chunks of parachord to tie off to trees while I am gutting it. It didn't take me long to figure out the hastles of riding a dead elk down a steep hill with a knife in hand and a gun leaning against a tree.
Much of life is learning from painful, bloody experiences you wish you could forget.