This was a 1990 drop off hunt for Barren Ground caribou in the area of the Mulchatna herd. Flew out of Soldotna through the incredible Lake Clark pass and a couple hours more out into the bush. I've never hunted in a place that had so many ways to kill you. I never felt so insignificant in the grand scheme of things as I did out there. I didn't see the huge herds but there were plenty of bands of caribou moving through some days. Some days there were none. Packing meat on tundra was an experience and trying to step from hummock to hummock with a full pack ended up with a cold dunking. I quickly learned which shades of green to avoid. Taking the long way around to stay on high ground was the way to go.. Winter hit early that year and the game department issued a bulletin for the transporters to get their hunters out of the higher camps. My camp wasn't considered high so the plane didn't show up for several days and it did get cold. When the plane came the lake was froze and he had to wait until later in the day to land. Incredible adventure.