Once we returned to the car, we changed clothes, washed our hands, and were left with one significant task; we still had to drive back up through the mountainous and rocky terrain to load the elk into the back of the truck. Since it weighed several hundred pounds, carrying it down would be impossible.

Earlier in his life, my Uncle Pepi told me that after a hunt, he would pick the elk up with his bare hands and throw it over his back and carry it down the mountain. I have no doubt that he did.