Longest solo was about 4 miles. No drama on that one, just a good rolling hills pack out. Shortest was 120 yards to a road I didn't know existed. It took me the rest of the day to hike that road out far enough to know where the heck I could get on it, then hike cross country to the truck.
Worst was a spike I shot in late November that rolled from the top of the ridge to the bottom of a wicked steep gulch. That little bastard managed to miss every tree on the way down. There was knee deep snow to make it more fun. Once I got to him, I realized getting out of that gulch was going to be all I could do without meat on my back. I quartered him up, tied a rope to a quarter, climbed to a spot where I had some footing, then drug the quarter up to me and wedged it so it would stay put. This process was repeated until I had all of the elk piled in a spot that was relatively flat. From there, it was a mile to the truck and I was home free. Sadly, there was a road only a couple hundred yards away, but it wasn't driveable due to the snow. That was a long day.
As much as uphill with meat sucks, the really steep downhills are the ones that wear me out. They kill my right knee and I always have the feeling that I am one tiny misstep from going for a ride.
All that said, I truly love packing game out of the mountains. It is kind of the point. If I only wanted memories, I'd just take a camera.
Jeremy
Worst was a spike I shot in late November that rolled from the top of the ridge to the bottom of a wicked steep gulch. That little bastard managed to miss every tree on the way down. There was knee deep snow to make it more fun. Once I got to him, I realized getting out of that gulch was going to be all I could do without meat on my back. I quartered him up, tied a rope to a quarter, climbed to a spot where I had some footing, then drug the quarter up to me and wedged it so it would stay put. This process was repeated until I had all of the elk piled in a spot that was relatively flat. From there, it was a mile to the truck and I was home free. Sadly, there was a road only a couple hundred yards away, but it wasn't driveable due to the snow. That was a long day.
As much as uphill with meat sucks, the really steep downhills are the ones that wear me out. They kill my right knee and I always have the feeling that I am one tiny misstep from going for a ride.
All that said, I truly love packing game out of the mountains. It is kind of the point. If I only wanted memories, I'd just take a camera.
Jeremy