Opening day of rifle, rollin' solo, you stumble up 3 hours in the dark over deadfalls, through towering alders and finally make it to the timberline ridge just as legal light breaks...(every day should start like this...YEAAAH!<img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>!) You glass the first basin and spot a couple of smaller bucks at 100 yards...but you know some big bucks cruise this timber...you decide to peak over the back of the ridge and you spot a MONSTER black BRUIN stuffin' his mug in a huge berry patch <img src=icon_smile_shock.gif border=0 align=middle>...you just happen to have a tag in your pack with his name on it...

Problem is he's pushin' 400 lbs and is in the nastiest-ball breakin'-hole you could imagine...at the bottome of a steep, shale avalanche chute...it'd take all day to get him back to where you're standin' and then most of the night to get back to the truck... To HUMP or NOT to hump...that is the question???...
Here's the hole...


The front basin...a slice o' redneck PARADISE...<img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>


I'd rather be out there...Mt^Boy
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Edited by - Mt^Boy on 10/22/2002 13:07:21