I had my solitude, and felt fortunate to many other moose hunters who got stranded in the bush from flooded rivers during one of the most rainy Septembers on record. I also felt a blessing that my trip went as planned, the terain was very huntable and meat packable, but just low moose numbers near me hampered my taking of a moose. After I reached a remote village on a stop during my return out after my hunt, I learned of a float plane that crash the day before I arrived only 300 yards from where I landed (killing three).
I could see many miles from my lookout, and even the river valley where I later learned sevral big moose were taken by rifle hunters. Alaska is a tough place. The rewards can be immence, but all can be taken away in an intance. I am better for my experience in Alaskan's solitude. Mike