Hunting season

Our son gets his camp meat in his house shoes of his porch with a bow in town here. One grandson and his dad hunted two weekends at Rustlers Gulch north of Crested Butte for big bucks. They were too picky and let everything go by so no venison for them. Last time I went, years ago, we took horses and the guys got an elk. I rode the pack horse up the mountain then down into a draw to get the quarters and son in law packed out the head. Had to walk back and lead horse, good thing she knew where the camp and her grain was cause I got confused in the dark. She stepped on my foot a mile from camp and broke my toe. Long walk. Started snowing in the morning so we packed up in a hurry and slid back down the mountain. That mare was great in the mountains but a royal PITA on flat land. One year they had to leave the tents up there til spring to beat the snow down and someone else took them before the guys could get back to get them. Too old for that kind of hunting now. Box blind and an office chair. Sucks to get decrepit.