My good luck story is one I've told before. I shot a bull way up on the side of a steep hill. There was a good trail at the bottom and it was about a mile out to the road. I quartered it and packed out the antlers and giblets in my day pack. Before I headed back up with my backpack, a couple guys stopped by to look at the rack. One of them had a cow tag so I told him he could follow me back up and I'd show him where I'd seen a herd of cows the night before.
I got him on his way and started dragging the quarters down off the mountain. When I got to the trail with the last 2 quarters, the other guy was there with 2 horses wanting to know if he could 'borrow' my elk. The horses were 2 colts that had never packed and he wanted to break them in. I spent 2 seconds mulling it over and kissed his feet. The horses were great. We loaded 2 quarters on each and they just walked right out with them.
Sometimes I win one.
