Eventually, the two moose bailed on us and we rode into camp right around 7:30, 15 hours after we'd left. I put a note in my journal on this night that my ass was surprisingly not sore, which must have meant I was finally broke in! We sat down for a dinner of roast beef at 8:00 and then talked around the dinner table for a bit before heading to our tents. Heath and Shawn hadn't seen much of anything, so the guides were racking their brains for options going into the final two days of the hunt. By this point, I was feeling like my training had really paid off, and was ready to stay for another week if necessary.
