From the first camp I mentioned:
One of the guys was responsible for doing the grocery shopping and bring up most of the essential food for a week. The final drive to camp up one part of the mountain is steep and with a lot of curves as it made its way to the flats on top. Nothing but air, rocks and trees on the downhill side along with isolation.
It snowed bad the night before and it was wise to hug the hillside of the rocky mountain road. Most pick-ups didn't have a cap back in those days so a tarp or something similar was used to keep things inside.
Anyway a few trucks of guys left at the same time and were following each other. Except some went their separate ways on the way up. Perhaps Grises or one of the joints up North to have a beer. The guy with the food made his run straight to camp. Problem was on one of the steep parts-on the climb up the dirt road mountain to camp-he started to slip backward. Made it to the hill side, but the truck ran up it and flipped onto its side and out went all the food on a downhill road ride. I didn't see it, but the story is the stuff that would roll went a looooong way.
Later here come the followers and they are eventually met with food on the road. Hmmmmm. Then more food, more hmmmm, then Ralphs truck turned on its side with Ralph sitting by a little fire keeping warm.
They got him right side up, got the food back as best they could, headed to camp and went Deer hunting for a week.
Addition: forgot, haven't been up to that camp in awhile, but ran into one of the members the other day. He said Ralph is now in his early 90s, but still makes it up to camp for the opener.
Last edited by battue; 03/30/14.
