I love the scene in "Hunting Trips" where they take the wagon to the head of a coulee and walk up to timberline looking for elk. Find the herd at the top of the coulee just at sunset, so they build a fire and pull their wool coats around them and lie down to (try) to sleep. Get up just before dawn, eat some hardtack they carried in their coat pockets and take a nice bull (or two) as the sun rises. Wool coats and hardtack is a far tougher way of life than down bags and gas mini stoves.
