Well U got some good eats there Sabot, that aint bad at all. Is Cdaddy gona come over and wash your truck now? So nice when U can drive right up to the carcass too. I will never forget my first elk, a big cow, she dressed out at 398 hanging on the scale at the butcher in Winchester, big big cow. You saved the ivories didn't you? Anyway, that first cow, I was hunting alone and shot her just at dusk. Walked up to her and said to myself, "What have I done, this thing is huge". Dressing one out is an experiance in its self. I keep gettin hit in the head from the back legs while I tried to cut her open, them big ole legs hurt I tell ya. Now I make sure I have lots of rope, several flash lights and a couple a sharp knives with me. Oh ya, and I try to only shoot up hill.