I packed out my first bull in fall 2011, cursing every step I took down the mountain. My streamlined backpack straps cut deep into my shoulders under the heavy load. The waistbelt bulged and threatened to bust if put under anymore strain. I pushed on, cringing as my load wobbled with the weight shifting back and forth. My body was completely worn out by the time I made it back to the truck with the final load.
It wasn’t until I packed out my second elk a month later that I realized I wasn’t being a complete sissy. My backpack … READ MORE >