This is not my story, but my good friend. He and his uncle were hunting elk in Utah. (thus they were not drinking at all, they never drink or do drugs). The friend saw a decent trophy elk, took a seated rest position and shot it. It was a good hit, and staggered the elk, which took off at a wobbly run downhill. They were a couple hours hike up above the snow like in their winter clothes and heavy snow boots etc. They followed the blood trail for a ways and figured with all the blood they would find it bled out in a few minutes. Just a short hike later they found a massive blood pool, at the end of the elk's tracks, where it looked like the elk had laid down and bled out. There was a set of large foot prints leading up to the elk tracks, and the bloody outline of where the elk had laid down. The foot prints were weird because they were Bare Foot tracks. Human with no shoes on. He said they were not monster big foot prints. They were just human sized about size 13 or 14 at the most. But they were not very deep leading up to the blood pool where the elk laid down. but they were deep leading away from the elk blood pool, and there were no elk tracks away. Just the deep, bare foot human tracks. If you know the size of an adult elk, it seems impossible that any one person could pick one up and just walk off with it. There were no drag marks either. The tracks lead into a dark grove of trees a little way away. The sun was setting. Still light, but going to be getting dark before they could hike out. They looked at each other, looked at the foot prints apparently carrying off a full grown bull elk, and decided to call it a day. They were both armed with rifles and pistols, but they just said they had a bad feeling about it, and took off.
