Well here is the rest of the story. After the 255yrd shot I was excited to climb down and check out the deer. I knew he was not as wide as what I would have liked but knew he had good mass and some interesting stuff going on. As I got down to the deer I was waiting for my friend to get down to me. I was looking the hill over for him and could not see him. As my eyes came back to the scruddy trees my deer was in I noticed some tines sticking out. I yelled up that I had found another deer. I was just guessing but thought it was about 28" main frame. We took all the pictures and I had to run back up to the ridge top to get my pack. In the hurry I forgot to take my spotting scope out in the rush. I got back down to the deer where we boned it out, took a few more pictures and I headed down the trail. Just kiddin there was no trail. When I was at the top of the ridge I looked down and could see the county road and the path that I wanted to take. What I could not see was the cliffs that were between the ridge top and the path at the bottom. As I came to the cliff line I knew I was committed to the route out the bottom if I wanted to have a warm bed for the night. So I found a new path but had to do some climbing to get to it. As I came over the top and crested over it started raining. I was thankfull as it was pretty hot out. Then shortly after I was soked and struggling down hill in the mud. After a short slip in the mud (about 30' down) I picked myself up and kinda chuckled a bit. Then I crossed a creek and my new boots as comphy as can be taught me that they still slip on wet rocks. The current took my feet out from under me. That is where the current took my Stoney Point mono pod, and soaked my camera. I took my card out of the camera and dried it as quick as I could and put it in a dry bag. Then I came to another set of cliffs. They did have a slight slope to them and some good foot holds. Once stable I would move my pack from my left side to my right and stableize it the move to the other side and do it again for about 20-30 yrds. I came into one slide and had to get to the next to go done with out slipping. When I tried to move the pack again it started pulling me down with it. I held on as long as I could but had to let it go. I followed the packs route down the slide and picked up my bladder and one side off the deer that I had found dead. External frame broken, spotter gone. I am sure that it got slung out in some deep shrubs. I took a 5 min. break and bent the sides back out on my pack looked my deer over. Not a hair missing on the cape. Chuckled again and took off. The pack was in amazing shape for the fall it just took. After another hour of up and down I actually ran into a groomed trail. This is where the Wyo boys came up on me. Two guys 4 horses packers only had a saddle. I asked if they had room for a pack. "NOPE"!!! They did help though, they gave me a little more drive. Which brougt me to my next obsticle. The river. In the dark, swift and I fatigued. Oh yea cold. Made it through that and that is where I met the first Pete. Couple beers later and some grub he gave me a ride to my turnout and That is where I met the second Pete who gave me a ride to my truck. Started at 3pm made it to the road at 9pm and to my truck at 11. Awesome trip and I am ready to do it again.
Before the fall
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Afer the fall, Surprisingly not to uncomfortable.
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And the hill it took a tumble down but not the exact spot
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