Reading your story literally brought me back to all those emotions when I hunted it 3 years ago. I specifically remember the euphoria of getting that bull loaded in the boat and looking up that canyon one last time before setting sail across. One of my buddies had just come off a torn Achilles and was giving the full go like 2 weeks before the pack out. So when we got to the lake and loaded, I insisted he boat it across while the rest of us walked it. Great write up and thanks for doing it