I was out shed hunting in a place that I frequently have found elk sheds in the past and came up with no elk sheds. I went up a whole bunch of steep slopes in search of bone and came up with nothing. So I finally crossed a steep slope and could not take another step. I had to rest. I sat down on the steep slope and opened up my bag to have a snack. As I was finishing my snack I must have just barely brushed my bag or perhaps the wind changed. My bag started rolling down the steep slope. As I watched it take its first three rolls I crossed my fingers hoping it would stop, and all of the sudden it started gaining more speed. Soon my camera erupted from one of the pouches and jumped three feet in another direction. I carefully watched it get snagged in a sagebrush bush. The pack tumbled all the way to the bottom of the canyon. As I reached my camera I turned it on to see if it worked and as I was looking for something to take a picture of there it was. A two year old three point deer shed lying right underneath a cedar. Its nothing special but atleast gravity didnt let me go home empty handed. Thank you gravity.
