[John smiles faintly, pleased with the kill, even if it's going to be a slog to get the elk back home... or to the slaughterhouse is where it should probably go. He's not going to be able to get it sorted out in the kitchen. Bucky's offer and the compliment draw the doctor back to the present moment.]

Thanks. Good to know I haven't lost my touch at night. Are you sure about carrying it, though? It's a hike. We can bury it in the snow, too, and I can come back for it in the morning with a sled.

[And hope nothing's got to it by then.]