We had to pack the meat about 150 yards, uphill, of course, to get to the 'wheelers. We used frame packs, and the hind quarters were heavy enough you needed help lifting the pack. You couldn't do it by yourself. We all tried, and laughed at each others' failures to lift the pack. What are friends for, after all?
So, two guys lifted the pack as high as they could get it, and the third guy crawled into the shoulder straps from below. Once you stood up, it was manageable, not any fun, but manageable. We took lots of breaks going up that stupid hill!
The next day, we found another 4-wheeler route that would have taken us to within 25 yards of the kill site. Figures...
