One year in Colorado. 6 miles back my brother in law shot a bice 4x4 elk. When I heard him shoot, I got ahold of him on the radio. told him to get it gutted & Ill meet him there after dark. I was a mile or so away. Log story short. He didnt know how to gut an elk or deer for that matter. So I bust brush to him, "help" him gut the elk with MY knife. Now we were 2 miles from our spike camp & 6 miles from the road. I had never quartered an elk, So we walked back to spike camp to get my brother, he has quartered one before. We got him quartered up .I had walked 15-16 miles that day & didnt eat enough. So we had some cold MREs[:'(] 30 min later Im on all four tossing my guts with 80lbs of elk on my back. My bro & bol were on their back laughing. More to come on this story, gott get the kids on the bus