Instead, we rented a USFS cabin on a lake for 9 days to get the hell away from everyone. Access is by float plane, so we chartered a flight and were on our way on October 28.
See ya Juneau.
It was some serious glamping. With just the two of us, we managed to almost max out the Beaver (insert additional stuffed Beaver joke).
The pilot mentioned something about bringing a bigger plane for the pickup depending how many deer we shot… We opted to not think about it, and deal with crossing that bridge when/if we got to it.
The kitchen sink is somewhere in there.
Then we settled in, got unpacked, and made a nice fire for the evening.
Ate pretty well in the mornings, a bagel with homemade king salmon gravlax from fish caught a few weeks ago.
We were usually in the boat and driving across the lake by sunrise, then heading into the woods.
The brown bears hadn’t gone to sleep yet. We’d get the boat to our hunting spot on the lake shore, see tracks from a day or two earlier, then later in the afternoon when we got back to the boat, there’d be a new set of tracks following us into the woods.
See page 957 in Friday Cheer Through Pics for more encounters with brown bears in southeast Alaska.
All boned out loaded in the packs.
We did our part to keep the mouse population in check.
Hunting old growth and fields of Devils Club.
Then after 9 days of hunting the rainforest, it was time to go home.
An incredible trip, with freezers successfully filled. Until next year!