So much for the 4th time out. Guess you can't score on every draw permit that you get. That is what I've been led to believe. Barry and Steve gave me some great looking area for a last ditch effort at a goat. I was skunked once again. Didn't see anything, but I did have a lot of hope for this last hunt. I know I have one more weekend until the tag expires, but I think I may be done for the year.
Started out ok. Little wet. Nothing more than that. Took the wrong turn on the trail and had to bushwhack up to a really beautiful ridge. It was an easy couple mile hike after that. Got in a good 5 hours hunting/glassing after the camp was set up. I did manage to bring a partner with me on this endeavour. Saw nothing that first day. That night we turned in. We each had a little tent. About 9:00 that evening (Sat), the winds came a howling ! The winds were every bit of 80-100 knot gusts! It was so ridiculous that neither of us could sleep the whole night. Rex's tent completely blew apart! Shortly after his fly took off....the horizontal rain/sleet started pounding us. It was so out of this world that I heard Rex in his tent (what was left of it), saying over and over...."There's no place like home....There's no place like home....". I tried to sleep but I was laughing hysterically with the thought that Rex was clicking his heels together trying to get out of that place! My tent was flexing every which way but somehow it managed to stay together. It was a Kelty ridge. I think the only thing that saved it was it was tied off to a spruce tree. Other than that it was taking a beating. Somehow, we managed to make it through the night in one piece. The winds were still howling when we decided to make a run for the truck. Sleet was pounding us. The whole area was socked in. This was not the time to be chasing a goat. We through everything in our packs and got the heck outta dodge. Took 4 hours to make the 5 mile trip. Lost the trail and had to do more bushwhacking. Back at the truck, I could literally wring the water out of my raingear. It was that bad. I was already chilled and just wanted to get the hell out of that wind. My spring bear hunt in Kodiak didn't even resemble this kind of storm that beat us down. It was a real de-motivator. I may drag my ass up there one more time this weekend, but it'll be hard.
Thanks go out to Alaska Steve and Barry for your help. Better luck next time.