Yes, I have. While living in Alaska my older brother and I took a commercial flight from Anchorage to Lake Iliamna. A remote and except for a few Indian villages sparsely populated area of SW Alaska. It is the largest lake in Alaska and the 3rd largest lake in the United States. The lake is 77 miles long, 22 miles wide, 1,000 feet deep, and is the home of the Iliamna Monster. It is a creature reported to be bigger than the floats on a float plane. From the small village of Iliamna we flew out in a beat-up bush plane on floats piloted by an Alaskan Indian guide. We flew for about 45 minutes across the lake and he landed us on a remote section of the shoreline where a river entered the lake, about a hundred feet wide at the mouth. We took out our fishing gear, rifles (338 Magnums), sleeping bags, and food stock and the plane flew off. Once the drone of the engine faded away the sound of silence was deafening. We were now a hundred miles from nowhere and some of the largest brown bears in Alaska roam this wilderness.
We were there to catch native rainbow trout, and catch them them we did. Nearly every cast was a 5 to 10 pound rainbow. Some of the hardest fighting fish I've encountered, long runs, aerobatics, they had it all. You had to stop and take a break for a bit then hit 'em again. Red fox were everywhere and totally unafraid of humans. They would run in and grab the trout as they flopped on the bank and run off with it, sometimes with drag screaming.
There was a small metal Quonset hut there that set back in the brush that was about 10' wide and 15' long with claw marks all over it. Had a couple of bunks, small table and chairs small wood stove and some can goods along the wall on boxes and oil lamps.
Well, to make a long story short, we were to be there for two days but the weather turned foul, high winds plummeted the lake, it rain sideways, and the waves on the lake were 4 foot high... there would be no plane for days. We hunkered in the hut for three days, played cards, growled at each other and continually looked out the small window for signs of clearing. Day five was more of the same: wind, rain, and cold. In the afternoon we heard the drone of a plane ~ in this weather??... Yes, it was our pilot. He circled, tipped his wings, and we thought he was just doing a suicidal check up on us. He swings around and lands in that little river. We load up our gear and he taxied down the river as far as he could then turned and hammered it. Wind howling, raining so hard you could barley see and 4 foot white capping swells just ahead on the lake. The engine was maxed when we hit the first big swell on the lake; the little bush plan shuddered and bounded to the next wave and then we were in the air ~ we all breathed again.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iliamna_Lake