Those mountains are hard hunting but turn into brutal hunting if you are dumb enough to pull the trigger. Over the next 4 days I did a bit of second guessing on my decision to shoot but I got a bit excited when he came by at 40 yards screaming his head off checking his girls' butts. But I went there to test myself... mission accomplished there. The Mrs. doesn't want me to go there alone again, guess I shouldn't have told her all the details.
I came out of there in the 80's and wrung blood out of my socks, swore never again, but yet I still go back, amazing what a winter to heal up will do for your 'tude.