Not opening day but back when we had a big camp one of the guys would haul his home made (55gal drum) BBQ up and do a leg of lamb about mid week.
Something we always looked forward to.
Well,,, one year I shot a buck right at dusk and ended up dragging it out in the dark while my buddy went down the mountain, got my truck, and proceded to get it impossibly stuck about half way back to where I was. We ended up walking 14mi back to camp. Didn't get back until well after midnight and to add to the injury, not only did the drunken bastids NOT come looking for us,,,, they ate our portion of the roast.
Thanks for stirring that old memory up for me.
