I packed out 8 different bulls two years ago. They are a little big for dragging. The closest to the trailhead was 4 miles. I have packed meat out and immediatly made a return trip back in for another load. There is an insurmountable sense of accomplishment at the end of it all. I have spent two days packing meat when I was elk hunting alone and made kills. My favorite is packing out in the dark and laying on the hillside looking at the stars and wondering how in the heck I got to the spot I am sitting, only to get up and drudge on. The hunt starts long before the kill and doesn't end til long after.