I am sooo stoked right now it isnt funny. I will be leaving Anchorage on Sep 28th headed for an island near the famed "Prince of Whales" Island for elk. I was there in September trying to score on a gnarley Etolin Island bull with a bow but wasnt successfull. This island let me tell you, if there was ever a "hell" on earth, Etolin Island beats it hands down. To get where the elk are you have to climb over 1000 feet of rugged terain in less than a quater mile. And if that isnt enough, you have to get to 3300'! I had to use a rope to decend back to my drop off/pick up point. The ground is so saturated even on top of the island that I had to sleep on a tarp to keep my bivy and sleeping bag from soaking in water. The brush is so thick it is maddening. The freaking 100' dead fall trees that fall on top of one another makes it an esspecially wonderfull trip. You have to take off your pack every few yards, hurl it over several downed trees and crawl under a little hole under the bottom most tree. Then after hundred of yards of crawling through this hell hole you find yourself at the bottom of a freaking cliff. It can take hours to find a route around this crap! All the while rain comes down in buckets. When it stops raining from the sky the trees shed water for hours. You will be walking along and take a step like normal and your leg dissapears in a freaking hole coverd with moss looking like good footing up to your nuts! After a patch of devil's club you have enough stickers in your legs, nuts, and hands to set a woodland on fire. Bugs so ferocious they will make the toughest man cry for his mother. I have hunted dall sheep all over this state and I am still amazed at how fast you feet come out from under you on this snotty slippery island. You will be walking along thinking your footing is perfect and the next thing you know is youre on your face. By the time you throw your hands out to break your fall the fall has already happend. I fell so hard I broke my pack. I had to tie it together with parachute cord AND I AM STUPID ENOUGH TO GO BACK FOR MORE OF THIS HELL!!!! All in the name of a 6x6 bull elk. I have never scored on a nice 6x6 and have vowed to fullfill my life long dream of bringing a 6x6 home. I am prepared to go to the wall and then to hell and back and back to hell for this bull. Sounds crazy but I am tired of dreaming. Come October 1st I can ditch the bow and throw 200 grains of near 30 years of frustration at him in the form of lead from a 300 RUM. I cant wait to get back to hell.....I meen Etolin Island. I have only had a few elk hunts and they were all bow hunts. Now I have a rifle tag in hand for an still in the rut elk hunt. These bulls are roosevelt elk so they are not as impressive as the Arizona/New Mexico bulls I am used to hunting but they are pretty and gnarley in their own unique way. Here is for dreaming.