I would love to expand on the DRAG!
So there we are in the dark a good mile away from the truck. Mark is with the truck so Jon and I are all alone....flashlights are failing and both of our cell phones are in the single digits for battery life!
I remember looking at my phone and than at Jon..."how much life do you have left"? 2%! We'll buddy I have 1%! Call Mark fast and tell him where we are and we need the truck. Halfway through the call the phone died.
We had two choices, a drag straight up 100 yards to the left or 200 yards straight up to the right. We chose the lesser of the two, a very bad choice! We were in canyon country and it was dark. By the time we saw Mark's headlights it was 9:00. He had no way to get to us and the only way to get too him was back down and than up again.
We could hear the oak brush scratching Mark's truck and knew this was not good.
I vaguely remember, in between taking what seemed to be my last breath, looking at Jon wondering just how much he was pulling! He looked at me with the same thoughts. Two 170 pound guys is no match for a 200+ pound buck and a very steep hill! Bottom line, we finally made it too the top and to the truck. We were still quite disorientated and after retracing our steps a few times over we found our way out back to the road.
Only to make matters worse we still had my doe to contend with and finally got back on the road by 10:30! :rolleyes:
A long but very successful day! Here are a few more photos from the trip!