My cousin drops a good size bull, about last light, and maybe two miles from camp. We are getting supper, and waiting for him, when he stumbles in covered in mud from head to toe. "Hey, I gave the signal what the F... are you guys doing?"
Well, two miles from camp doesn't really describe the beaver dams, slippery bare rock areas and thick brush to where he dropped the moose, in about two feet of muck on the edge of a beaver pond.
We got the ATV's in there about 2am. Chainsaws flying, and found, that the big bugger had manhandled the carcass about halfway up the bank by himself, how I still don't know. Anyway, if you gan picture a dogsled harness, with three ATV's insted of dogs, that's what it took to drag it consistently.
When we got back to the last dam, there was no way to pull it, so we went and got the old army truck, and cut a road down to the dam, the old winch still works!
Next day, we came to, about 3pm, semi sober. ( Had a little celebratrion once the guns were put up)
