Below is a photo of Allen helping me with a blacktail I killed.
Those who know blacktail country know how nasty/steep it can be; this one was pretty ugly to extract, but we did it while laughing and jabbing each other in the butt the whole way out.
The shot was 300+ yards, but it took about three hours to get the buck down and uuupppp to the landing I shot from.
Allen took this photo of me and my buck.
We got back to town, butchered the buck and gave it to an old-time friend of ours ... a widow lady who shared our hunting camp for many years.
Allen, old friend, Rest In Peace ... I pray for your soul ever day.
Blessings,
Steve