DJ, I'm gonna let a secret out.
Guys, the "this makes my finger hurt" comment has history if you didn't figure that out by now.
Oct, 2006, Colorado, 1st rifle elk.
Opening day there are 8 of us with 10 tags, 8 cow tags and 2 either sex. My son had one of the ES tags. Anyhow, all of the tags got filled opening day with my son being the last to fill with his first bull. Yours truly singlehandedly quartered and hung 3 elk. Dad was in his early 70s at the time and my son didn't kill his bull until 2PM so i was pushing dark when I got the last ne hung. Then they rode out of "the hole" while I walked out. A very tired old man at that point. With 10 elk to pack the next day
Next AM at O dark thirty, I lead 2 of my horses past DJs wall tent. He hollers at me, "Hunter, is that you?" I reply, "Yea, gonna feed and saddle the horses." Before I can get them tied up, I hear some cursing and a shout for help from his tent. By the time I get the horses tied and get to his tent, our other partner is there. The most safe in all circumstances guy I know (DJ) chopped off the tip of one finger splitting kindling in the dark.
Now with 10 elk to pack that day, I never will believe he didn't do that on purpose.
Anyways DJ heads to town to get his finger sewn back on. Me? I start packing elk. I could write a book about that day, and how my stubborness almost got me hurt bad or worse but that's a story for another post.
DJ, thanks for the memories. I'll have Cody get on and see these too.
