The author spent much of his time at base camp drying out gear soaked with sweat and melted snow. (Contributed photo by Mark Walters)

This is the third and last column that I will be writing on my elk hunt, and it will have a lot to do with the day-to-day existence of a solo elk hunter living in mountains where a heavy snow has fallen. A large elk and gear have to be returned just shy of two miles down a mountain. I also was still hunting and trying to fill my mule deer tag in southern Montana near Bozeman.

Monday, Oct. 24


The snow was beautiful, but made the climb back down the mountain while pulling a sled loaded with elk meat treacherous. (Contributed photo by Mark Walters)

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