My dad and I were bringing a big cow out down canyon on an old skid road one November morning. He was in his late 60s, me late 40's. It was colder than hell with some snow on the ground and ice everywhere. On his frame he had a front shoulder and the and neck meat and dragging the second front shoulder inside of two heavy duty garbage bags. I had one ham on my frame and the two backstraps and other ham in another heavy duty garbage bags. It worked out great until we crossed a small side creek not more than 6 feet across, where I lost my footing and landed on my back, with the frame and meat in the water. I was turtle like upside down with no way to turn over, or get to my feet. He shucked his load , got me out of my frame and after a bit we headed back down the hill. Not my worst pack by far, but memorable.
