Sometimes, I get lucky I guess!
Yeah... tales of woe abound at elk camp. One kid I met one time out in the field had a 6-inch strip of lung in his pocket, that had snagged on a stump that the wounded elk he was trailing had lost. He had followed it for miles at that point, over 2 ridges into 2 drainages... it finally met up with some other elk and stopped bleeding and he couldn't track it anymore. Tough critters!
-jeff
