I've been off -grid a few times, once hunting in SW Colorado and not a soul to be found for miles, but the most isolated I ever felt was hunting on a lease we had about halfway between Seymour and Benjamin, even though I knew there were houses scattered around. others on lease couldn't make it, so I spent 7 days alone hunting, with no cell service. I drove to town twice just to call home and report that I was alive. It was hugely fun to completely disconnect from all stresses, but also a bit unnerving to know if something went wrong, I would have only myself to blame, or get me out.

I would do it again tomorrow!

Yes. Many times.

Our camp is seven miles from the nearest paved road. No road noise, just planes. Cowboys house is just inside the gate so no noise from there.

I've been dropped at the top of Montana mountain ranges where I never saw a human the entire day. I enjoy the peace and feel these times are when I'm most connected to nature.

But, I wouldn't want it that way all the time. I really enjoy sharing the experience with friends and family.

It used to. Years ago, it was always so quiet except for the occasional train. If a car went down the FM road, you could hear it coming from a long way off, and you might only see 2-3 a day. Pulling out of the gate the other day, I had to wait for 4 cars. Feelsbadman.

baby Jessica (McClure) in Oct. 1987 ... we were driving to CO for the combination season while that was playing out on the radio ... she is the same age as my daughter who was about 1.5 years old ... we almost took a detour to try and go help. I remember that very well!

Been places it 2-3 days to get back into by horse and pack mules. Great trips and very peaceful. During my first trip in the mountains of Colorado, one of the members of our party told up to gather firewood and stack it beside out main tent. I looked at him like he was nuts. There's wood lying all around us, why pick it up and stack it I asked. He replied, when it snows tonight you will never find any. Woke up the next morning to two feet of snow on the ground....
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My little title patch of dirt in east Texas is so thick that it seems remote even if it’s not really. Some of my favorite times are to go out there with my dog and not see any people for a couple of days. I can learn some things about nature, see some wildlife and plants, and feel like I’m alone in nature. I can pray and think and get some outdoor time.

Not so much hunting but lost in the dark on Caddo Lake. Finally found my compass and a chem light and made my way to the first boat road. So much for fishing till the last bit of light. Always carry spare flashlight and batteries now.

In the late 60's hunted the Valley of Fires State Park and Carizzo Peak by Carrizozo, NM. Could get isolated pretty quick and feel like no one in miles. Fond memories.

Luckily our lease camp is a mile from the nearest road that is only traveled on a few times a day. I always feel alone there when no one else is there which is often. But fresh donuts are only 20 minutes away!

Donuts are a necessity

Depends on the dose. Too much though, and your mellow will be instantly harshed by all the baby jesuse's that hide in the carppet and like to pop out when you least expect it. And once they start popping out of the inter-dimensional-portals, they wont leave until you play a game of Whacka-mole. My mom would get really pissed at the holes all over the walls, ceiling, floor, and furniture. But I'm not gonna burn in h3ll because I wouldn't play Whacka-Mole. No way.

It wasn't until I told my moom that NO ONE, tells baby Jesus no, that she left me alone.

I wasn't hunting but I felt that way once several years ago. I worked at a remote salmon hatchery in Southeast Alaska one summer in college that was off the road system. The only way in or out was by plane or boat. Well I'd worked nearly every day that I'd been there so on my last day my boss let me skip out and go fishing. He loaded a 4-wheeler into a skiff, drove it across the bay to the next mountain range, and turned me loose. This was early morning and he said he'd be back that evening to get me. He gave me a radio that he said might get reception at the top of a mountain and a .357 in case a bear got too close. I didn't even take lunch or water, I'd just drink right out of the stream. I spent all that day fly fishing for coastal cutthroat.

I'd spent the bulk of the summer around the same 14 people day-in and day-out, only two of which were women. The only wheeled vehicles I'd been in all summer were a skid-steer and a truck we used to move supplies from the dock up to the hatchery. We probably never topped 15 mph. When it came time to leave I flew from Ketchikan to Seattle to Dallas, then hopped in a car and headed south. Within 48 hours I'd gone from seeing the same dozen people and moving at a walk to driving 75 down I-45 and being surrounded by 40,000 fellow Aggies. It was certainly a strange feeling but it seemed right. Places like Alaska ought to have that mystique about them.

Not hunting, but more years ago than I care to admit (hint Bush Sr. was in the White House). I got a job riding fence for a large ranch between Marathon and Alpine. Just me, my dog, and horses with a million stars for a roof. Best 2 weeks of my life, up til then

I can go to our place in Runnels county at the cabin if I am on the north side at night not see a sign of any human habitation, no farm lights nothing but the sky. 10 steps to the east and I can see the lights of Rowena and Ballinger, 10 steps to the west, and I see the lights of Miles and sometimes the glow of San Angelo. Poor cell service so no phone calls, but I can go inside and have 3 TV stations and most of the comforts of home.

When I was a kid, my cousin, Papaw, and I used to spend 10 days down on the Rio for mule deer season. Desolate and 9 miles south of 90 to camp. We couldn't even get a radio station. It was a giant ranch and felt like we were the only people in the world down there. Good times and great deer for sure. We had to haul in everything we needed and ate mostly what we killed and slept in a canvas tent. Those days are some of the best hunting memories I have. The best thing about those trips was my Papaw treated us like men and we took care of ourselves and did what we wanted to.

My father would leave me and my brothers on a ranch that was 11 miles from town and 9 miles from the nearest neighbor. We weren't quite teenagers yet but he would leave us for about 3 or 4 days hunting and fishing. If the weather was bad we would hunker down in the barn if it was nice we'd pitch the army surplus pup tents by the pond. I would carry one side of the tent and a .22, my brother after me would carry the other and the next brother would carry the bed roll. The youngest would carry the cane poles. We would carry that stuff a mile from the gate and set up. My dad would come check on us the next day. The days with no cell phones were rough. Ever drink from a cattle trough and not get sick?

We've camped up in Alpine country just above the tree line. The camp was visited by fox that were not used to people. By the time we left they were like dogs. They would even sleep in our camp at night. We would feed them our dinner every night. Amazing how many shooting stars we saw up there.

Talk about close to god. Many nights I woke up to voices. It was weird but cool. I actually didn't shoot an elk even though I could of a few times. I ate my tag but came home so happy and humble. I wish I could do that again some time.