My worst "mistake" was shooting two elk (Dad and I) at last light, in the rain, several miles from camp on a steep hillside. We fought mud, rain and elk for several hours to get the elk quartered. The elk would start sliding in the mud. Both of us working together we couldn't stop the momentum until we lodged it against a tree.
We arrived back at camp several hours after midnight, soaked and smelling of elk. The next morning my Dad reminded me of his bad back - which he was sure would go out if he packed any elk. I spent the next two days packing out two elk - 12 miles each day.
I'll never shoot two elk at the same time again. At least not at last light, on a steep hill in the rain.
