This should stop nobody from going, but it goes to show what can happen in the far-flung backcountry:
In 2015 I got flown into the Fortymile region and dropped for caribou. It was a solo hunt to last 9 days and my camp was at about 4500' elevation as I recall.
Couldn't hunt the day I was flown in, but weather was gorgeous. Next day was superb and I had caribou all over the area. I would've been done with a rifle, but the longbow is a different deal. I was confident nonetheless.
The weather changed overnight and I woke to wind, rain and low clouds. I got out of the tent a few times and scouted the area but the weather was getting worse. Over the next 5 days and nights I endured one of the wildest (and frankly scariest) stretches of bad weather I could ever imagine. I barely kept the tipi pegged down, and I reinforced the center pole with arrow shafts.
I was completely worn out by the 6th day of fighting the winds. I went to bed knowing something had to change. It did.
Wolves and a big grizzly had been hanging around my camp. The caribou were gone. I finally gave in and called for the plane.
The final day. I clicked a couple images while sitting in the tipi. I think my eyes tell the story.
Don't take a caribou hunt lightly. Plan carefully and expect things to go awry. You might think my story is the exception. It's not. At the same time I was dealing with this storm, my good friend was experiencing the same type thing on a solo hunt north of the Brooks.