The first few miles were not that bad, but a steady incline for sure. My buddy is a big dude, 6'5" and over 240, strong like a bull for sure and very determined. I have always snickered at the saying, " if you are gunna be dumb, you better be tough", and he's as tough as it gets....... lol.
Not saying he's dumb at all, he's smarter and more cunning than most of our group combined, 1000%. But he is
always NOT looking for ways to make things easier on himself, which in the end is a big part of this story. His wife, bless her heart, was taking care her of her man and packed him a lunch meant for a trucker as I would later find out when I was in charge of cleaning out the packs at the end of the hunt......OMFG
To say his pack had a few amenities not normally seen in a sheep hunting pack is an understatement.
Two sandwiches, e
ncased in their own glass, yes I said GLASS containers. One was Peanut butter and jam, and who doesn't have a
sippy cup with milk in it for your peanut butter sammy......lol
2 full boxes of bullets, 40 shells plus what was hanging on his sling and gun......
He was struggling. He looked over at me when we were sucking wind going up this steep slope and I had an inclination he was done. I was in bad shape as well. "Have you ever done a marathon without training?!?!", I said. We all laughed but it was crunch time. We were about 2/3 up the slope the rams were possibly on and the thermals were not good for success if the rams hadn't moved.