Never show your hand on units. I used to help people all the time. I grew up down near Chitina and we used to be the only ones to use Salmon Point. We used it for years. This is 45 years ago for reference. My sister and BIL took one of their friends down getting their fish. One of the friends was an outdoor writer for ADN and wrote about her Alaskan experience at Salmon Point. The next year we had more than 400 people go out there. It has not been the same since. Jetboats get you into great open harvest tag areas in a number of parts of the state. Once upon a time that area that you are talking about would deliver 11 year old rams like clockwork. Heavy, tightly curling bruisers. I have a cousin who has one that is 46 inches from in there. These days that is less common. You are lucky to find legal rams. They get picked pretty clean. Bootleather can pay dividends and you can find areas that will pull a ram if you have enough time. You might even see a 10 year old ram from the road. However, know that if you are competing for a resource like a full curl ram that is worth 30k or more to an outfitter and they have all the toys, time and tools I am going to bet heavily that they have the advantage. Keep going though! You are the real heart and soul of sheephunting. For many years I used a beat up coffee can, carhart coat, a tarp, and a old BL 15-45X60 spotter with my beat up old push feed XTR Winchester 300 and I would go get some. Those were some of the best hunts of my life. Your left the list of all your worldly possessions in a last will and testament in the glove compartment of your beat up old ranger and crossed yourself on the way up the mountain. Tang and salmon strips were your fuel and you marched like a boss. Ten days later you would see the other young sheep hunters packing rams out of the creek drainages and would compare notes. Man a lot of people chewed copenhagen on sheep hunts and would never touch it anyplace else. Nowadays people have a year's salary in gear and optics and they e-scout, run a podcast and model for instagram. We sure lost something. Misery was part of the whole adventure and we would call present hunters candy-azzes.