Thanks guys. My dad drove 3 hours to come and help me. He held up limbs and legs for me while I cut and held the quarter-loaded pack upright for me as it rested on a stump so I could get myself under it. I couldn't get up from the ground if I tried to get under the pack on my knees. That 5 dollar garage-sale-find external frame was worth its weight in gold. There were no large trees or stumps to tie his legs to so I could get under his limbs with the knife as I started on the cape. It would have taken me so much longer without him, and until he got there I was performing failed experiments, like this:
Nice bull! Congrats! I'm heading out again this weekend and hoping I see one as good as that. I've got 8 days scouting and 6 days of hunting in so far but nothing worth punching the tag on quite yet.