Hung the deer that night and readied for the journey home.
I have to say that the weather folks in that neck of the woods are somewhat stunned.
Every time they suggested snow, it was clear.
Every time they suggested clear, it would rain or snow.
And so it was that although I had picked a return date which was not supposed to see any precipitation, it snowed all the previous night and all the day of travel.
Needless to say, the Connector was traveled at 30 miles an hour at most, in four wheel drive every inch of the way.
The Coquihalla was only slightly better, but at least 4x4 was only required part time.
The balance of the homeward journey was without incident.
Of course it had to rain like hell for the next few days.
In order to skin and butcher the deer, a little ingenuity was called for:
If you look closely at the shoulder in the second picture, you can see the damage inflicted by the impact of the arrow on the second dry doe.
A closer look:
I often wonder how it is they don't simply drop in their tracks!
The Lady & I had them properly cut, wrapped and into the big cold box in quick order.
All the while giving sincere Thanks for the bounty that will nourish us over the coming months...
Continued...