A couple of years ago I broke my left foot for the second time, an acute metatarsal fracture. Six weeks later I took off on the first of three successive solo backpack hunts for elk in a pair of $10 ice climbing boots off a classified add...I needed something stiff enough to hold things together. A bunch of miles, a few lesser bulls, and a month later I killed a decent public land 6x6. It was a solid adventure.
The full write up is in The Journal of Mountain Hunting:
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Really good story. Thanks for posting!
I really liked what you wrote about the mental aspects of the hunt. When you don't have a crew back at a basecamp it really forces that mental risk management evaluation.
Every time that I drop gear to move a short distance for a shot I always end up at least a mile away from whatever I left behind.
Running with a rifle in ice climbing boots with a broken toe paints a vivid picture.
Did you short change that bull by calling him a 6x6? That extra non-typical point makes him look like a legitimate 6x7 to me.
