Just picked up my 2010 6X6 from the taxidermist this past Sat. Public land, do-it-yourself hunt at 12K feet. Was a special bull for me, 3 of us were horribly sick w/ the flu for 3 days in a row in 2' snow, in a high-mtn tent. Coming out non-stop from both ends, we never quit and hunted everday thru the pain. After knocking it down, quartering in a white-out 2 hrs into dark....we stumbled back to camp w/ what we could and passed out. I've never felt so close to death in my life....
After a long, cold evening of running in/out of the tent every 10 minutes....I woke up the next am, my buddy who I grew up with, looked at me and said Ran, we gotta get you off the mtn you are in bad shape, and I will take you down in a sled (the 6 miles) if I have to. I looked at him and said, I'll die up here before I leave my elk, you can go on w/o me. He looked at me and said, well ok then, let's go get your bull!
As we struggled to our feet, and headed into the snow-destroyed mtn side we went together, side by side (the other guy had left the day before to go back to work) and the 2 of us got him out in 1 trip by ourselves.
It was the quite the site for sure, watching two guys stumble down the mtn w/ full packs, pulling a sled full of meat....each stopping every 1/4 mile to yack. It was an expierience I'd just soon never repeat but will never forget, and thus we nicknamed him the Battered Bull. Broken tines, clearly a survival warrior, we were all beat up after that ordeal....it seemed fitting.
Was a super trip, heading back out w/ the same crew this Thurs, here's hoping to better health this time around. People chide me and say, yeah, sounds like a great trip, nearly dying sick as a dog at 12K feet, you should go back. And I said, you better believe i will!