While digging through some old boxes of pictures, I found a few I felt the need to scan in. I'm not sure why these caught my eye.
The color shots are from the 70's and the black and whites from the early 60's.
A picture of our old stock truck in the Selway. It was one hell of a long trip in that old rig to our spot. No AC and I always had to straddle the gear shift. The last couple hours of dirt road to the trailhead really sucked.
30 miles in?? No problem if everything is balanced and packed right. The coolers were always filled with frozen rib steaks, other prime eats, and dry ice. We would stay in for 14 days and often the weather was hot during September. I won't even tell you how many cases of beer we would pack in. It was many but never 2MANY.
One year my dad was on the wagon so we packed in Sharps. It was the worst year I remember.
Vertical mountains, granite, and bugling bulls. Judging by the fact that pops is wearing his camp shoes either we weren't far from camp or we were already blistered up.
Not the smartest way to pack an elk rack back to base camp, but I bet the beer tasted good when it was over. That Winchester pre-64' in the scabbord never missed. I would get the bull running and my dad flat out killed em everytime.
A few shots from our old Washington elk camp (we quit Washington once we started hunting in the Rockies).
Kindling and Rainier Beer.
A happy home when it's blowing and putting down a few feet of snow in the middle of November.
A dink Packwood spike that I shot, but a great picture of two guys that were an elk's worst nightmare.
Me and a friend.
A few blacktail pictures taken below what is now Riffe Lake.
HAPPY TRAILS and good luck out there this year!