My dad and I got all our fishing gear and lunches ready, loaded and secured everthing down in the baggage of the plane, and made sure the airplane had enough gas to get to our destination and back. We took off from Wygant’s runway and headed east towards Chitna, then we ran into some turbulence that was coming down the mountain side. After three miles, the wind started to get bad, bad enough to flip the plane to where the wings were vertical not horizontal. I was scared to death because I was pretty much looking straight down at my dad at that moment. My dad decided to descend to the Copper River and climb when we got to the fish-wheels. We finally made it to the lake, and scouted it for a soft and non- hazardous place to land. We got down and stopped, unloaded our gear and got set up where we wanted to fish. While I was getting the poles ready, my dad was drilling holes. After about 45 minutes of fishing, I caught two nice rainbows and my dad caught one.
After that, the fishing got really slow and it started to get cold. My dad told me to pack up, because we might get stuck if the weather got colder. We took off and decided to fly down the Hanagita to see if there were any animals wandering around. A few minutes later we ran into some wet snowy weather, but not bad enough to make us turn around. We arrived back at the hangar, and landed on the big blanket of snow covering the field. We pulled the plane back into its tie down spot and called it a day.