Vance, I know the feeling. In 1990 I shattered my heel on Labor Day when some scaffolding collapsed at work, spent the rest of the season hunting on crutches. However, I got lucky and was able to get a 5X6 bull elk, a mile behind the closed gate (It didn’t feel like I had gone that far when still stalking and calling). Want to talk about fun, try carrying an eighty pound pack of meat while hobbling along on crutches. Luckily, my youngest brother and some guys from my construction crew helped me get it out.
Walt