Bowhunting, friends and good whisky reminds me of a story. Some years back I went on a hunt with Jay Massey down the Moose John. Jay always had the bush plane drop you off at a point where you had to pack in about 9 miles, it was kinda like earning your right to hunt. Anyway a 60lb pack over uneven terrain is hard on a man that isn't use to it.
At about the 3/4 point from drop off to base camp I was getting tired and might have said something to that effect. Jay said to me, "Ron, if you want, I'll help you with your load". To which I replied, "No thanks Jay, this pack ain't that heavy." Then Jay said, "Oh I wasn't gonna carry the whole pack, just that Texas 5th you've got on top for a drink or two at the fire tonight." :D