We arrived at Andrew Airways on the morning of October 4th to this beautiful weather. Float planes come and go through out the day from these docks, ferrying sportsman to all areas of the Island. With weather like this, it's easy to over inflate your expectations for a successful hunt.
For the flight into the hunt, we took a smaller plane. It saves us money and we're all for that. There is a place for a fourth seat beside me, but our gear is stored there and extends into the hollow rear of the plane.
This is just after floats up. That's Kodiak airport, there's a whole 2 airlines in the airport. One gate.
The distant lake is Lake 629. Yeah, too small for a real name, but let's land a plane on it. That sounds like a good idea to me. We looked at three different possibilities for areas to hunt. The other two were on salt (Gulf of Alaska), we chose this one. Every one we spoke to about goat hunting Kodiak told us, "You see goats everywhere when you're flying in". We saw zero. But the mountains were snow capped, and that would make seeing a white goat challenging. I must admit, I was a little disappointed. I also thought, "Look on the bright side, it's still sunny."
Six hours and a 3 mile bush-whacking up hill hike later, we couldn't see the top of the mountain anymore. That's the mountain we're supposed to hunt for goats in the morning. The weather changed for the worse. Our hopes were that it would change for the better. We set up camp with the door facing our objective. The bear fence was set up and tested, it hurt. The sun would set soon, although it's descent would be obscured by clouds, and we were ready for sleep. Day one had come to an end.
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