This post makes me nostalgic. Before I had spent time on the high hunt, I had this ideal of the mountain lake in the way back, catching fish and killing deer. I found over time in WA, that is primarily something that exists in ones daydreams rather than reality. As time went on not only did I come to figure that out, but then the idea that I'd carry fishing equipment would still get me to laugh out loud.
I've shot unspent ammunition not to have to carry it and the load I just put on my back. Until you done that kind of pointless but symbolic purging of weight, you might not understand.