I hear what you guys are saying about going into unfamiliar country and coming out the other side in poorer condition that you went in. I once dropped a cow elk on top of a ridge. I knew there was an old logging road at the bottom of that ridge about half a mile away. But I had never hiked from A to B. I asked the guy with me to go back and drive the pickup to the bottom of the road where I would meet him. From the top of the ridge it looked like it was pretty open country. I figured I could just slide the elk right down to the road. About half way down I got into some triple stacked deadfall. I butchered her and eventually my buddy and I carried that gal out thru some of the meanest stuff I have ever crawled my way through.

KC


Wind in my hair, Sun on my face, I gazed at the wide open spaces, And I was at home.