This thread reminds me of a moose hunt in BC guided by a few Indians. Yea, a cheap moose meat hunt near Bella Coola. The chief, a little dried up fellow of about 100 lbs, strung up an army poncho out in the brush a ways from camp, threw his saddle down for a pillow, unfolded the saddle blanket and pulled it over him. It got to about 0 that night. I cant remember if he had a saddle pad to lay on or not. Tough. He was about 70 years old.
Now i'm curious how did the rest of the hunt go?
