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I did not see this as a forum option before posting the first time. I am planning on going camping next week and turns out that half the nation is going to get alot of rain. I have narrowed it down to going to Smokey Mountain National Park.

I don't know anyone who has been there before so I need some help. I am 22 and am going with my girlfriend as a fun road trip. Now these are all things I have seen posted around here and am not sure how close any of these things are to the park or eachother. We are hoping to do days of camping next week. The weather seems to be pretty good this time of year? How is the water? I am from Chicago so I am used to freezing cold Lake Michigan.

Any help is appreciated! The Smokies are a mecca for hiking, and there are plenty of waterfall hikes to choose from. There is horseback riding, though I have never done this. I've never heard of fly-fishing tours, but they may exist. There's some whitewater rafting on the Tennessee side of the Smokies, but the good stuff is on the NC side at the Nantahala or to the south at Ocoee.

There's a famous sliding rock in Pigsah National Forest. When Bob comes around he can tell you all about that. The water will be chilly but bearable, especially since you're used to the wintry waters on the north. You might even consider them balmy. All in all, the park is really strong in something you want to do and okay in others. You may want to consider spending some time in the Smokies and sometime elsewhere to catch everything. Or maybe I'm not completely up to date on these activities.

I'm mostly a hiker myself. I don't know about specifics i. We're pretty much into solid t-shirt weather, though it might be a little chillier in the higher elevations. You'll only need typical camping gear. I am not opposed to driving elsewhere for rafting and canoeing. I just need places to call to book these sorts of things. Also, I should be ok just showing up for a camping spot? I assume it will be this early in the season.

When you say chilly, can you give me a ballpark so I know if I need anything more than a swimsuit? Thanks again for the kind and helpful response. As long as there is some fishing that would be nice. I wanted to teach my girlfriend how to do it and also wanted to learn how to fly fish for myself.

My big things are having enough hiking to do to justify the time spent there so we do not get bored. For canoeing relaxing floating down the river and then white water beginner stuff, where would you recommend looking to book this stuff?

You can tube down Deep Creek. The rafting is 30 minutes away on the Nantahala River. Great trout fishing in Deep Creek There is a flyfishing shop in downtown Cherokee where you could hire a guide to teach you how to flyfish He is a world class flyfishermen.

Water in creek should be around degrees. For your girl there is some nice shopping in Dillsboro NC Yeah; you definitley won't get bored as far as hiking goes. There aren't quite as many trails in that area of the NC side, but still plenty to fill up a short trip. As jaded said it's right by Natahala and you can fly fish right there in the creek by the campground if you've got equipment. Both Bryson City and Dillsboro have some nice shopping opportunities.

I've never done any rafting at Natahala, but you can get a good idea of who the outfitters are in Google. I personally would get reservations, but I've never rafted there so I don't know if there are absolutely needed. Of course, Deep Creek isn't the only option, but it would be a good one. Bob will likely come by with some good suggestions. Temps have been all over the map these past 2 weeks. If you arrive at Deep creek in the middle of the week, you should find a spot with ease.

Temps were in the 80s the past 2 days with lows in the 50s. We had lows at Tsali last week in the low 40s. You can count on temps likely lows in the 50s and highs 70s, maybe low 80s in the valley.

You should bring rain gear, plenty of socks if you hike, and if you already have good outdoor clothes, bring those made of synthetics - they breath well, dry quick and stay warm when wet.

If you are going to raft there are plenty of rafting companies in the Gorge. I prefer the smaller ones to the larger NOC, but for the most part, you can not go wrong there. You can walk up this time of the year and get a rafting trip on a nice sunny day.

I would camp either at Tsali or Deep Creek. Tsali is known for its mountain biking. If you have a decent mountain bike and enjoy the sport, stay there as there are over 40 miles of excellent mountain biking there - right out of the campground.

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Racing home Later that night, we packed up, loaded all the frozen meat and made the hour drive through the night back home. But I enjoy time like that long drive with Dad after a successful hunt even more. It is the real reason why I bowhunt. While growing up, I never knew anyone that had hunted sheep. I read stories about sheep hunting, and although they seemed like amazing places, I never had the urge to visit them.

About 7 years ago, I moved to the Sacramento area in Northern California. Each year, California Wild Sheep holds its annual fundraising banquet here and a buddy of mine decided we should attend. We did and had a blast at the dinner. That following January, we went to Sheep Show in Reno and had a great time there as well.

I was pleasantly surprised at the caliber of people we met and how dedicated they all were to Wild Sheep conservation. Even though I was around sheep hunters a couple of times each year, I still never saw myself as a potential sheep hunter. Things were improving in my career, I had a supportive wife, and I thought it might be nice to see what all the fuss was about.

When Matt expressed an interest in another trip up north, I asked if he wanted a travel partner. Fast-forward four years, many installment payments and countless sheep-hunting conversations, here I am: Over the years, I have met many talented and gracious sheep hunters.

Each year, Sheep Show gets less like a conservation convention and more like a family reunion. So many guys were able to help me get ready for this hunt and I am appreciative for all their help! For those interested, each bag weighed 9. The one and only Matt Burke Let the travel portion begin! Oh yeah, here I am practicing my stalking skills and snapping a covert pic of Mr.

Matt in the Seattle airport. I love flying Alaskan Airlines and try to do so whenever I can. What is better than a free beer while flying?? Friendly faces Once in Edmonton, we settled into our hotel where we met a buddy—and fellow bowsiter—Scott DEMO-Bowhunter , who was also on his way to the Territories for an archery sheep hunt.

Step one of the travel portion was done, so we decided to do some sightseeing at the local pub. Yellowknife airport The next morning, we boarded our flight to Yellowknife early and were on our way to the NWT.

And since there is only one flight a day to Norman Wells, we were stranded. It turns out, we would have plenty of time to locate his missing bag because… Classy places up north We would be stuck in Norman Wells for at least a day because the weather was so crappy.

Not much sightseeing to do in Norman Wells, so the Northern Canadian drinking tour continued… Our taxi The following day yielded poor weather again. By mid-afternoon, the weather improved and it looked hopeful we would get out that day to at least basecamp. Anxious hunters After watching another group get out in a plane, we received word we would at least give it a go. Curt Wells, from Bowhunter TV, and his cameraman would be joining us in camp, as Curt had a mountain caribou tag waiting for him there.

Matt Matt was ready to get out to camp! After several days of waiting around, we were all ready to be there! Some "good" rams from years past However, that is as far as we would be getting for the day. The clouds had all the mountain passes surrounded and there would be no Super Cub flying in this weather. So, we enjoyed a good dinner and admired some rams taken over the years from the area. Base Camp The next morning dawned cold with fresh snow powdering the mountain tops around camp.

We spotted a few ewes and lambs from camp while waiting for breakfast, and when the weather started to break, we made sure all our gear was in order and waited as patiently as possible for the word that we would be flying out.

With all the technology changes over recent years, it is pretty cool that so far north, traditional horseback hunts for sheep are still offered. Major river valley Only three days behind schedule, I was on my way to sheep country in the Super Cub. My day hunt was quickly turned into a 7-day hunt, but I figured that was still plenty of time to get close to a sheep all bowhunters are optimistic, right? I did, at that point, realistically rule out any chance of hunting caribou, though, because I knew how much time that would take away from our sheep hunt.

The minute cub flight went by quickly, and we did spot a few sheep from the plane, but not where we were hunting — and no legal rams. Nothing but our legs from here on After touch down, my guide, Scott, and I strapped on the packs and headed off to our first proposed spike camp. We climbed through some forest, up a mountain and down into the next drainage, then several miles up a creek bed to reach our spot.

It would be a nice spike with water right next to the tent. Fancy Ram That night, we spotted some rams, including one that was well over full curl. I really liked Scott! Home sweet home Home for the next several days would be this KUIU Mountain Star, 2-man tent — adequately sized for one average-sized male, but we would make it work for the two of us and our gear. Glassing rams high above The following morning, we picked up Fancy and his two buddies high above us at the head of the creek drainage.

They had moved closer to us overnight and into an area that we felt might be accessible for bowhunting. Our first band of rams Fancy was well over full curl. They bedded on a point with some trees behind that would offer great coverage for a stalk. However, before we even got started on our climb, the rams moved closer to the cliffs. Sitting, waiting, wishing When we climbed up to the same level of the sheep, we could no longer find them where they had bedded.

As we crept along, Scott found a horn tip poking out past some rocks yards away in the cliffs. There was no chance for us to get close enough for a shot, so we settled in to wait them out. A few minutes later, a massive thunderstorm hit us and we had to slide back to our packs and put on rain gear. I had my bow next to me, but the ram never offered an opportunity to get to full draw; and soon he was past us and, after catching our wind, he was gone.

It was a bummer to have a legal ram give us the slip at such a close range, but it was only our first day of hunting. Even though I often looked at the terrain and thought there was zero chance of getting in bow range of a nice ram, we had that happen on our first hunt day.

That gave me confidence that we could do it again. It would just take time, effort and patience. Mountain Caribou The rest of that day we spent trying to relocate Fancy and his buddies. We found his buddies, but the full-curl sheep was gone.

We did have a good-looking young mountain caribou walk by us that paused long enough for me to take his picture. He is going to be a great bull in a couple of years. Porcupine We also walked up on this porcupine at 5 feet while he chewed on a caribou dead-head.

Lots of wildlife for our first day of hunting, and it was so nice to finally be in the Mackenzie Mountains! After an entire day of hiking and glassing, we had only found immature rams. Since there was a lot of hidden country on the opposite side of the timbered ridge, we decided that we would move camp on top of the ridge the following morning so that we could thoroughly inspect it. Ram is in the saddle ahead The next morning, we packed up camp and headed toward the saddle that would lead us to the timbered ridge.

When we could see the saddle, a white dot appeared near the crest. Somehow, he had moved several miles and right into our path. He was by himself and it looked like we might get another crack at him.

Fancy We started sneaking up the creek bottom, while keeping the ram just in sight. He bedded a few times in the grass, but never found a comfortable spot. Once he crested the top, we made a move to stay on the same level and keep the wind correct. We had no idea from where this small ram came, or how he had hid from us. The problem was, he joined up with Fancy and somehow convinced him to walk straight to the back of an inaccessible bowl that was filled with nothing but boulders for a mile in each direction.

The rams were into an area that made them untouchable. Although he was a tight, twisting ram with good length, we decided to move on to another area in hopes of finding an older ram. Along the timbered ridge Since we had screwed around with these rams for several hours, we would now be pressed to make it up to the adjacent ridge, set up camp and look around before dusk.

We made the descent down a sketchy sheep trail, then filled our water bladders and added the necessary weight to our packs and climbed the steep ridgeline right to the top. We made camp on a knife-edge that barely accommodated the tent, and then worked the entire ridge to the east in search of rams. End of the day We turned up nothing but small rams along the way and returned to the tent pretty tired, but with a good game plan to explore the rest of the ridge in the morning.

Regrouping A candid moment while in sheep country. More glassing The following morning we struck out in the opposite direction. We saw a ewe and lamb just out of camp. Then, another mile up the ridge, we ran into a large group of ewes and lambs. We never saw any mature rams along the timbered ridge.

Wolves eating sheep Part of our problem was we saw lots of this. Apparently, the local wolves were better sheep hunters than we were. Steep country No shortage of steep country! Keeping in touch At the end of the ridge, we had a decision to make: Do we work all the way back to the original air strip and try to get dropped off at another location?

Or did we try hiking somewhere else in hopes of finding some legal rams? Only problem, it was many, many miles away you can see it in the photo. They are the very last mountains! Moose shed We saw lots of animal sign through the valley, including fresh moose and caribou sheds. We also spotted a bunch of caribou, including one exceptional bull.

But we were too far to entertain shooting a caribou in this area. It was sheep or nothing here! Two young rams and Droopy Somewhere along the way, Scott found a sheep bedded a couple miles up a creek drainage. It turned out to be a small ram. We sat there for a while and soon picked up a total of five rams, including one older ram with low-sweeping horns. He looked very droopy and very nice from my point of view. We set camp along the creek and started up the mountain to get a closer look.

Once up there, we spent four hours trying to get close to the rams, but never were able to get within yards due to wind and terrain. We left the sheep once light started to fade and headed back to the tent to wait until the following morning. On the way back, we saw a beautiful blonde grizzly about yards from our tent.

We located the rams and easily got within yards, but then had to wait. We ended up waiting on them for 10 hours before they fed over a rise and we could make our move. Droopy By the time we climbed up to the same level as the rams, they were nowhere to be found. We kept climbing, peeking into every crevice and glassing up the mountain ahead of us.

When we crested the pass, we still had not seen any sign of the sheep. They were close to two miles away! We had a solid wind and were surprisingly quiet the entire stalk. Regardless, they were in a different area now and up in the nastiest looking rocks. No place for a bowhunter. Camp under a full moon We made it back to camp just about the time that dusk settled in. There was a full moon and it was a gorgeous night.

It was nice to have a fire and dry out all my gear from the random thunderstorms we had pelt us throughout the day. It was still 6 miles before we got there and we spent the entire time walking over nothing but big, creek-bottom boulders as we continued down the canyon.

It was nasty terrain; very steep sidewalls with shale and rock, complete with cliffs and inaccessible areas from top to bottom.

I could see why this area typically held mature rams. About a mile up the canyon, we were hit with one of the most impressive thunderstorms I have ever seen. We tucked underneath some alders to escape most of the rain, but the thunder was cracking so loud within the canyon walls, I thought it was going to cause giant chunks of rock to come crashing to the creek bottom.

After a while, the storm passed and we continued up. We got hit one more time with rain and really got soaked. At the end of the shower, a double rainbow popped out right in front of us. I could see the beginning and end of both rainbows, and I thought it had to be a good sign. Back of the Hole We made it to the back of the canyon and spotted only two small rams and one ewe. We had hoped this spot was going to be the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for us.

Since we had only one day left to hunt, we were hoping for some good luck. At 10 pm, Scott found a sheep about 4 miles away. However, we had a plan for the last day! Found a ram just below the rocks up top We debated making a run up the mountain after him overnight to be in position first thing in the morning. Another downpour around midnight made our decision to stay in the tent for a few hours of good sleep an easy one. We awoke early with an eagerness to make our last day count.

We made our way up the adjacent creek bottom and luckily picked up the ram early in the morning. Last-day ram We watched the ram until he fed over a rise well above us and toward a clump of trees. It took about two hours of steady climbing before we got above his last known location. We dropped our packs and started side-hilling along the junction between sheer rock walls and patching grass with shale. After a couple hundred yards, we spotted a white spot yards below us.

We circled back, and with a stiff wind coming up the mountain, we moved in from above. After crawling to within 65 yards of his bedded location through small pines, I decided this was as good a spot to wait as we were going to find. He was looking downhill and had three small pines protecting him from every angle. A shot in his bed was out of the question. I figured we would have to wait until he got up to feed again and then make a move toward him.

For the latter, we were in a great location. On this day—our last day—luck was on our side because, after 30 minutes, the sheep stood to stretch and, for some reason, he started moving left. Good sign When he cleared the small group of pines, he backed up to one of the trunks and used it as a scratching post. I was at full draw and waited for him to stop scratching.

When he did, he was slightly quartering away. I settled the pin for 57 yards and hovered it along the back of his ribcage. At the shot, both the ram and my guide, Scott, erupted. I drew and sent an arrow through his chest that shattered the off shoulder. The bathrooms were immaculate!! Even had showers …. Best place for camping with kids, hands down!

Office staff was super helpful and very professional. We had a blast. The cabins were perfect. The kids loved all the halloween themed activities they had planned. We will be coming back next year. Just got back from johnsons beach me and my wife did a one night camp just past the camping sign and we had a amazing time it is a beautiful place to camp and we seen just one nude person and had no problems with any one we where the only campers there and after dark we got naked will go again for a weekend.

Relax and enjoy the sun and sand. If you are covered when you walk by, people will cover up out of respect. Also, keep your distance from other beachgoers unless you are invited to join them. This is not a place for the kiddos either. Remember…the 2 mile walk goes both ways, which is tough on children who are tired from their beach day. He carries a 9mm handgun, stun gun and mace on his side because it is SO violent there!

Once in the water he rides his four wheeler out of hiding and arrests them. And very harassing in the process. Very sad he feels the need to be so sneaky, and that a person cannot skinny dip in the evening on a secluded beach with no one else in sight! Barney Fithe alive and well on Johnson Beach! Not this past October but the one before, my boyfriend and I went here to primitive camp because it seemed like such a unique experience.

We were making a late breakfast on the beach when I noticed a dude who stood out like a sore thumb walking back by the dunes. He was carrying his black t-shirt and in dark denim jeans on a 90 degree day. I needed to put the other half of the bacon back in a cooler which was in our tent. When we set up the night before it was super windy, so the front of our tent was facing away from the water.

I ran over to the tent, opened the flap, and there he was. Long story short, he propositioned me for sex multiple times and tried to take my picture. He had me kinda trapped behind the tent, out of view from my boyfriend who was rinsing his hands in the ocean from touching the bacon and distracted by the oodles of sea life. He said he and his girlfriend who I doubt was real were out here looking for their swinger friends who said they were in the primitive campground. After all the research I did before going there, I never read anything about anything like this happening to people.

What bothers me is the national park service willingly put us in danger. They have these rules that force you to break the buddy system, like leaving your car. The experience ruined the trip, to say the least. Bring a rape whistle.

And a sun hat, the heat is brutal. I am a married 63 year old female wanting to camp on Johnson Beach. Thanks for your assistance. I live only 10 minutes from Johnsons beach and this my favorite place for weekend fishing and camping trips with my son.

We have never seen a naked person ever on the beach and we go every chance we get. I will have to say that I avoid any beach in this area around Memorial Day though.

The water is clean, people are great and fishing is awesome. I have lived here for 15 years and still call it paradise. Take it from a local. Did you happen to notice anyone with dogs out there? I am planning to bring my two very small pups and am hoping the park rangers do kick me out! I have 2 teenage girls interested in going and wanted opinion on safety.

Also where do you check in and pay, is there an age limit, and are reservations required? This is the worst camping experience I ever experienced. The hike from where you park is 2 miles with all your camping stuff. After a few hours of setting up our camp site we was swimming and enjoying the beach when we was approached by the federal game warden and given a dollar situation for illegally camping..

We was surrounded by other campers and tents and we was told to leave.. As we was leaving the game warden officer issued more campers tickets for illegally camping..

Then we had to walk a mile just to were your allowed to park your car just to find parking tickets on everybody windshields.. A day of misery cost dollars in fines and my memorial day weekend ruined..

Do not go camping there.. Goto the koa s camp grounds for relaxing leisure time because you will hate the beach after you experienced what we all have.. This place is a joke. You walk a half mile in the sand with all of you stuff and then walk another mile to park your car.

I will never go back to that beach.

Welcome to Sioux Falls Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park™ Camp-Resort. For over 20 years our Family Owned and Operated, Award Winning South Dakota campgrounds and RV Parks, has offered some of the best family camping and . Camping on the beach is one of those ideal dreams I always thought would be cool to experience. It brings me back to a time when there were beach parties and surfers were able to roam the shorelines without concern. This was an adventure 10 years in the making. My buddy Shawn Wood and I hunted brown bears in the wilderness of Alaska for 10 days during the end of September and beginning of October.