We were a long way from the rig, and all i had was a piece of rope, so we made straps and took turns carrying him, until we made it out. What a hunt a hour and a half to the rig, then back again the following day for the meat. My dad and my father-in-law, just watched me and my buddies disappear in the brush and pop out 2 and a half hours later, we were tired hot and the BEER was cold, here is a pick of the hard work, it paid off, and as my dad put it love hurts, and burns, and this BEER is good! p.s my wife was very understanding
and it still hangs on the livingroom wall. here's a proud pic.
