I feel his pain...
This is a picture of my first CTD trying to launch for a caribou hunt this past August on the Sagavanirktok River about 50 miles south of Prudhoe Bay, AK. When we put in four days earlier, the river was flowing about 45,000 gpm. When we left camp (chased off by a large grizzly bear) the river was flowing 1800gpm, and we had to lever the boat off a gravel bar just to find the main channel. This picture was taken after we re-fueled and were trying to go back upstream to get the remainder of our hunting equipment. Should have known better, as only 45 minutes after we got the boat out, I hit a gravel bar that sucked a bunch of rocks into the water pump and fragged the motor, which resulted not only in the loss of all our remaining camping gear, but a lovely (COLD, WET, MISERABLE) 3-hr drift trip back to the launch, frequently punctuated with swears as we jumped over the side to push the boat off another gravel bar, or, in one case, up to my chest to keep the boat from floating to the Arctic ocean. Oh, what fun :{ . While it might not look too bad (I had to really trim the photo to make it fit) keep in mind my truck is buried to the frame (as is the attached boat trailer) in gravel covered river silt with no help anywhere to be found, 50 miles from the top of North America.
-Adam