You are a very fortunate man to be able to hunt with your Dad.
My Dad never hunted a day in his life, but I still love the memory's of him.
I put down my 1st Elk last Thursday and after a dozen years of hunting with several misses and several miss-fires (flash of the pan) we had meat to pack also.
We use bicycles to carry the frame packs when we get to the fire roads.
We came upon a crew humping out a huge 6X6 non-typical and they were left in our dust!
Cherish the memory's.
