Congrats on the doe. Sounds like you really worked for that meat. Some of the places that I get into often has me wondering just WTH I'm gonna do if I kill something. But I figure I'll cross that bridge after I get to it.

Worst drag I ever had in my life was in a deep hollow across from the Antlers Inn along Rt 6. I'm sure Germain knows where I'm talking about. I was almost to the bottom, along Pine Creek, and parked at the top of the mountain. I had no intentions of shooting a doe that day. Along about 2:30, a doe came hobbling along that was wounded by an errant shot. I ended her misery, but wondered just how the heck I was gonna get her out. By the time I had her field dressed, I had just enough time left in the day to get back to the truck without her in tow. I left my sweaty T-shirt with her and urinated around the kill site to ward off the coyotes, and headed out. I returned the next morning at first light and began the drag. I got back to the top of the mountain and to the truck at 5:10pm that day. It was then and there that I decided to never kill another deer in that hollow again unless it was a true brute. And even then......it ain't getting dragged out. I'll bone it out and pack the meat out no matter what the DCNR or PGC thinks about it.

That was my worst drag....but then....there was a one antlered spike buck that I pulled up a mile long hill by the horn because I had forgotten my drag rope and had no belt......that was a nightmare to.

The things we do for fun eh?