Got dropped off on the top of a ridge in about 18 inches of snow, just at tree line on Kodiak( the guy driving me up the hill on a quad dumped me off the back as he almost rolled the thing. I rolled off, kept the rifle out of the snow, and didn't get too banged up). Beautiful day. Got into the deer quickly, passed on a small 3 point, and kept glassing. 1:30pm, I see a fat doe, glass around and see her boyfriend. A dandy old heavy 3x3 with eye guards. I dumped him. After pictures, I realized I was about 3 miles as the crow flies from camp, and only about 1/4 mile from where we had seen an 11 ft bear 2 days before. Crap. I ended up boning the buck out, stuffing and tying it all onto my day pack, and walking out, just as a full blown blizzard set in. I was staggering around in those lousy thick alders, playing meat popsicle. Scared the crap out of me. Ended up draggin my carcass into camp in one piece, but I had kept the hand cannon at the ready most of the way down, just in case.
