Sweet! When I was in high school, my sister, dad, and I took a short vacation to the Smokey Mtns in TN. We decided to do a trail ride one day and found a place with an open spot. Soon as my dad, who was a quite heavy fellow, walked up the head man yelled, "We got one for ol' Duke!". Duke had very long hair at the bottom of his legs... IIRC he was 1/2 percheron. Dad said it was like trying to straddle a car hood!
Good luck on the elk hunt(s)! One of these years I'll have to throw my name in the sheep tag hat. WY took my 9 elk points away this year, so I'll still be visiting your great state.
