Personal Narrative: Hunting In The Breaks

Hunting in the Breaks can get very interestings quick. It was in November of 2014 and we were camped in Hell Creek for the weekend. There were seven of us at elk camp this year when this adventure took place. We had taken the boat from Hell Creek to Snow Creek every day because we have had good luck over there in the past few years. The sixth evening my sister and my dad's good friend, Randy had shot two cows but it was to dark to stay out and track them down. The next morning we went back over and it was a very cold day with the windshield putting the weather passed -20. But knowing that I would have to be packing out elk I decided to not bring very many layers of clothes. When we got there my grandfather decided he did not want to get out so him and my uncle Daniel went to the other side of the bay to go deer hunting while everyone was elk hunting on the West side of Snow Creek Bay. My father and I decided to take
My father decides to keep dragging the elk to the water so we could meet up with the other three to make a plan. When we get to them they already had a fire started and we’re planning on staying there but my grandfather and uncle are paddling across the bay to meet up with us. When they get across we meet up and my dad goes under the boat the look at the motor. When he comes back out he has the boat starter and it is cracked from the cold weather.
My dad then takes his phone and goes for a hike to the top of the mountain nearby to try and call for help, he gets ahold of my mom back home and told her to call the Hell Creek Marina. Throughout the night the weather drops more then -30 degrees.
The next morning search and rescue pulls up to our boat. They come onto our boat and makes sure we are all warm enough and still doing okay then they push our boat into the water and we get tossed a rope to tie to the boat and then we make the long trip back to the Hell