It may sound like a good idea to simply wheel your game down or up the side of a mountain. It's not - don't do it. If you are ever tempted with the thought of using a game cart in the mountains, let me save you - stop entertaining the thought right now! Don't even think about it. It's a bad Bad idea.
Thanks to a member of our hunting party who thought it would be a brilliant idea to bring a game cart for hauling an elk off the mountain, we tried it once. It wasn't pretty. I wanted to chuck that thing right off the mountain by the time we were done with it. I was so tired and frustrated by the time we got back to the truck that I backed the truck into a tree. Yep! I still get harassed by my husband for that one.
Here is the story...
It was the fall of 2005 when the game cart folly incident occurred. We usually don't hunt a specific area during our hunting trip until the last couple of days because no one wants to drag an elk out of there and you can pretty much guarantee that an elk encounter will happen at the bottom which means hauling an elk UP the entire mountain. It is a place reserved for the last ditch effort and lovingly referred to as the DMZ. The above photo displays this area behind us. It doesn't look so bad from the picture, but one thing I've learned while hunting in the mountains... the terrain can easily fool you!
In the hopes of my first bow elk, I led the way in the early morning hours through waist high ferns, across boulder fields magnifying each bugle like a natural amphitheater and finally to the edge of sky high pine trees marking the entrance of the bottom forest. We were chasing the sounds of a bugling elk and closing the distance with each bugling episode. As we began to inch into the edge of the forest that swallowed up the wapiti, each step taken was absorbed by the soft forest duff concealing all noise and the closeness of something else present was made known by the chill on the back of my neck. With each step forward, I knew the moment may present itself in an instant.
With arrow nocked, feeling a bit like Pocahontas leading her men through the woods - all of the sudden the forest came alive! I was closer than I realized. I had probably 5 bulls scatter all around me!! And then the sound of... "Thud!" "Crash!" was followed by crazy repetitious cow calling. Todd had gotten a shot off. It was his first bull and the excitement caused his glasses to hang from his dazed face as he looked at us with an expression of wild-eyed adrenaline.
Then the moment of realization sunk in - we were at the bottom of the mountain in no-man's land staring at a 5x5 bull elk nestled in a bed of waist-high ferns. The guys were having so much fun watching me sneak around through the woods we didn't realize how far we really were into the forbidden hunting area. Not forbidden as in it isn't legal to hunt here - forbidden as in nobody should consider dragging an elk OUT of here.
It took us probably 12 hours to get that elk out and the first mistake was trying to use a game cart to speed the process. I made the first trip to the truck to retrieve the packs and GAME CART. Now, wheeling that thing down the mountain over the boulders wasn't a big deal and I actually thought we might be able to get the elk out in just one trip. (so wrong!) The first trip up the mountain with that thing took around four hours. Game carts loaded down with 200 lbs of meat do not roll easily through jungles of ferns and rocks and uphill slopes. At one point, I think Todd and I were actually carrying the game cart instead of attempting to wheel the Dang thing!
I'm honestly surprised that Mr. Elk didn't end up at the bottom of the mountain that day in a heap of tenderized meat and game cart wheels. So, let me tell you - if you are ever tempted to simply wheel your meat back to camp. Think twice and don't give into the sweet allure of the game cart. The best option if you don't have pack mules, horses or guides while hunting in the mountains, is a good PACK FRAME. Or you can always find a good wife who is willing to carry it out for you.
If I ever kill and Elk, I'm calling you!!
ReplyDeleteI vote for the good wife option! :)
ReplyDelete2003 killed a 5x5 bull, game cart carried it out. 2004 it carried a 6x6 bull elk out in harder terrian then that ( I know) thank you Lord for the good old game cart, that has carried out alot of big animals in its life time...Rest in peace little game cart, some people didnt appreceaite you little game cart, we will miss you. Love Big Al ( 2011 game cart # 2 for sure!)
ReplyDeleteLOL - Alan! YOU can use a game cart next time. I will not participate though, unless the little game cart mysteriously grows wings. And by the way... You did a great job of cutting up the elk in 2005, but it was Todd and I that had to haul out the meat on that contraption!!
ReplyDeleteIt is not a contraption...It is a game cart, thousand and thousand of people use them every year, you just have to learn how to appreceate it. God bless you little game cart, where ever you my be. Big Al
ReplyDeleteWhatever. Shall we have a little game cart race/contest next time and see who wins? If it is up to me, I'm chucking it down the mountain. Maybe you should built yourself a new fancy game cart - you could rig up that toilet chair and put wheels on it. Hugs & Kisses. ;)
ReplyDeleteFirst the game cart,now my toilet, that has seen your butt many times, whats next? my home made lantern holder, or my pink thong?
ReplyDeleteBig Al.. do you really want me to post pics of you and the pink thong? I'm trying to keep this a family site. I could repost the pony pajamas though!
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