That is a great pic Jim! Your caption had me spitting all over the keyboard LOL!!

My season;

Didn't hunt turkey.

Got a button with a bow.

Got a doe with the inline muzzle loader.

Got a nice 8pt with a rifle.

Oh yeah, got a ringneck pheasant with the bow.

Didn't see many deer compared to years past, but I did see several nice bucks and one really nice buck.

Congrats windwalker.

Added a doe to the tally this afternoon but man did she make me pay! 4:30 PM Perfect shot at 25 yards. The Muzzy did it's job. Had a blood trail 8 feet wide. Stevie Wonder could've followed this one. She angled away down a steep ravine and I saw her mule kick as she went over the edge of the bench below. Followed her down the hill expecting to see her piled up just over the lip. NOT!! She continued on down another 35-40 yards and turned onto an old logging road which she followed for about 20 more yards before falling over a 60 foot cliff and landing at the base of a little waterfall. Took a 300 yard walk around just to get into that ravine and then back up the spring run. There were a few places where outstretched arms would darn near touch both sides of the valley. Took till 7:30 to get her those 300 yards out of that hellhole. Thank god for the snow making the drag easier or I might still be out there.

Man the things we do for a pair of backstarps!

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?

Yep.

You brought back memories of the worst drag I was ever part of. We put on a drive alongside Tionesta lake. My buddy shot a big bodied 6 point on the steepest part of the drive. It wound up falling, sliding, stumbling all the way down the hill into the lake. It was floating about 15 feet from shore when we finally strung a rope and halfass rapelled down the side of that rockwall. The water there is 40 feet deep 10 feet from shore so wading out was out of the question. We got a long limb and persuaded it to shore. Had to suspend it from the rope to gut it eventually got it up over with the rope tied off above, two guys with the deer shoving it 2 feet or so every heave and two guys taking up the rope so we could then haul ourselves up 2 more feet before repeating. Took over 4 hours to get that deer up over the hill and the better part of two cases of barley and hops liniment to relieve all the bruises and sore muscles.

I know where you're talking about Manyspurs.That drag might have killed a lesser man.

Killed an eight point in Potter one year that took two buddies and myself to get him out.Tied his arse to a branch and got him out Indian style.Now a days my sons help with those chores.

good looken dog

Just finished grinding and wrapping 40 lbs of three different varieties of deer sausage and wrapped and froze another 25 lbs of kielbassa and deer sticks and the jerky should be coming out any time now......

Worst drag I ever had was when we were hunting in the ANF above East Branch of Tionesta Creek. The USFS had put up gates and we had a one hour walk from the truck just to get to the point where we used to park. Then it was another half hour to our hunting spots. I chose to hunt the steep side that ends at the creek at the bottom. We are talking straight down. I descended to an outcropping where I sat on a giant rock. A wide six point that I had seen in turkey season came along about halfway down the hill. I shot him and he ran all the way up to my rock and stopped. I shot him again and he ran straight down the hill to the bottom and piled up. I went down and gutted him and then the fun began. My Dad came along and we pulled that big bodied sucker straight up all the benches to the top of the mountain. We were lifting him one step at a time on the steepest parts. When we got to the top, there was a freshly logged area that we had to carry the buck through until we hit the well roads. At that point we unrolled one of those Deer Sleigh'er sleds that they used to sell. We tied him up to that and started the trip to the truck. The road was dry and the walk was a bear. The hills torture you on the ascent and cut you a break a little going down. All said, the TOTAL drag took the two of us five hours and the sled was worn/cut in two down the middle when we were finished. Snow would have helped but there was none that trip, unfortunately.
We bought a two wheeled cart for the next year. We have got to be crazy to walk an hour and a half back in from the truck to hunt deer, but it is some of the nicest hunting to be had. You truly feel alone in the wilderness. Just have help if you plan to shoot anything!