I don't know if I would say I take pride in it, but I always do my best to be prepared for any challenges a remote hunt might present. I usually do pretty well, but my goat hunt this year gave me a big reality check. Just five days after returning from my sheep hunt, as I was packing my goat gear in my truck to head down to the Chugach Range, my uncle Tracy called and asked if I was taking crampons. I didn't have any, so he said to come pick up an old pair of his, that he's ended up needing them for every goat hunt he's ever been on. I was sure glad I did. Due to weather, the pilots who were flying my buddy Steve and me into the mountains weren't able to take us into the drainage we'd hoped to be dropped off in, and instead had to land us on a glacier!