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Originally posted by dgr416:
Dude at least you didnt just about get eaten by bears or free to death.My first alaska hunt was a train wreck.The guy flying the plane had a brain tumor and didnt know it yet.He first bitched how much stuff I had.You are supose to have 100 pounds but they forgot to tell me.I narrowed down my stuff in about 5 mintues.I grabbed mostly the wrong stuff including hardly any cold weather stuff.My trip over the river inclued crashing into the willows which tore some nice holes in the wings.Then i asked where to camp he just pointed over there.I was dropped off in a place which every tree I saw was rubbed and had bear hair on it.I was supose to stay with the owner of the outfit for a month and help him out.He left saying the weather was too rough for him to stay and left for his cabin.I left in 75 degree weather and it was 25 and snowing when I arrived.I had an unproved new tent and a sleeping bag I borrowed that when I took out would only zip to my knees.I hunted 10 days and saw nothing but caribou I could not shoot and a ton of grizzley bears.I kept a fire going about every night because the bears got closer every night.I got soaked more and more every day.I found the guy who owned the outfit dropping more people off.I asked him when he was taking me back.He said he was not going to come pick me up.I should have just shot his plane then so he could stay too.I stayed 10 days and nights till the last night the bears tried to get into the tent.I shot down into the ground with my 338 win mag.They just jumped up and down.I saw 7 different bears the last night I was there.The guy who camped there the year before me cross the uncrossible river when a sow and two cubs tried to attack him.I heard a plane the next morning and flagged him down.I asked if he could take me back across the river.He said no but radioed the ffa to have the guy come get me because I was getting hypothermia.The guy finally came but it was snowing like crazy when he did come.We had to fly about 75 foot above the river.He had screamed we are gonna crash both ways on our trip.The army told us to pull up because we were on the bombing range.We pulled up into migtating sand hill cranes.They were wacking the plane all over.I just knew we would go down.We finally made it back .The guy who flew me quit flying soon after that.He died about a year later due to the tumor.I had a ton of other things go wrong on that trip also.I made sure after that I knew all the equipment I took and people I flew with.I have not flown on a hunting trip after that.One of my friends said he would never return to Alaska after a guy flew him out for two weeks then forgot to get him.He walked 35 miles till someone saw him.You gotta watch for shady people every where.

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Originally posted by Alasken:
Dungbeetle,
The reason dgr won't answer your question is easy. He's full of shit! I've asked him questions to clarify his stories more than once and never got a reply.
Like all the Russians killing all "his" moose and never getting dusted by F&G, the Army killing Bison on their land and letting them lay, seeing 135 bull moose in two days, etc, etc.
He offers no proof for any of his BS stories, ever. I've tried to ignore him in the past hoping he will go away, but he's still here spewing shit.
Excuse my rant, but some people really get my blood pressure to rise. I don't mind posting facts if they're facts. I'll go have a brew.

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You gotta watch for shady people every where