So, after Ryan killed a bull 9/10 of a mile away, on the other side of a hellhole ravine, maybe 1 3/4 hiking miles away, with another bull down within 40yds, on a cliff where you had to tie off the carcasses while breaking them down, he loaded you up with 3/4 of a bull 'cause you go by Shrek, not Smurf and you plunged down the mountain, repeatedly, through thick brush, breaking your trekking pole and you were packing out 'til 1:00AM, maybe twenty one hours or so after your day started.
Now, you're walking like Charlie Chaplin, stiff, sore and tired. Probably have bits of leaves and pine needles stuck in your hair and beard, maybe some fresh scrapes on your shins and an odd look to your eyes.
Bet there's a crooked grin on your face.
Post whatever, whenever. Everyone can wait. Stay focused. Do what you're doing while you're doing it.
We're pulling for you. Hell, I wish that I was in the next drainage right now.