When we got back up to the bull, we took some more pics and then got to work. Brian he just started packing the meat that I had already hung about a mile back down the road past all the culvert dig outs. He ended up hauling half the moose, all himself down to that point where we could easily load it in our carts from there. Rowdy jake and I started cutting up the rest of the moose. We went right to the deepest part of the hind quarter to make sure it smelled right. What a relief, it smelled great. (what a relief, you never know). We got him all cut up and into pack frames and game carts.
I was able to get a few pics with the head on my back, but there was no way I was going to get very far with the old back issues, so my brother Rowdy took the bull down the 4 miles to camp. Jake and Brian had full pack frames and bike carts, and I had a light load in my pack and a full cart. The ride down was cool.
