After a couple pictures I headed back to camp to meet up with my buddy. He had went out and tried hunting around camp, so he got back right after dark. When he walked into camp I told him "I am sorry, I know you are sick but we have some work ahead of us". After a little story telling and a quick bite to eat we headed back up the mountain. Once we got close we could hear one of the the other bulls still bugling in the area. He didn't want to leave and was still mad as hell. After some high fives we took some more pictures and got to work. Three different times while we were deboning my elk, the other one came in and would "bark" at us. It was a late night but we finally made it off the mountain with heavy packs. We came back in the next morning for the last load.
This is where the work begins:
We had to walk by a trail cam I had hung on the first wallow which made for a cool pic. Notice the time on the picture and we still had a mile to go to camp. The hike out was tough, for as sick as my buddy was he was still a hell of a packmule.
My buddy ended up hurting his knee. He gutted it out 6 more days of bowhunting on a torn miniscus, before it locked up on him. So with no choice we headed home and prepared for an October return. I got to repay him on the second day of gun season, with a bum knee he was able to take this bull almost 2 miles in from the trailhead. This time I was his packmule!