An Ode to the Packout – Looking Forward to When We All Get Back Outside Safely
I dropped my trekking pole. There it was, just resting a few feet from my boots in the snow. I was perched on a steep, snowy, rocky hillside with a stupid-heavy pack on, loaded down with a boned-out mule deer buck, rack, my rifle, tripod, optics, and other hunting-related detritus.