Or just pack a portable table and chairs a few hundred yards across the beachfront meadow and watch Mount St. Helens or sturgeon fishermen reeling in their living fossils. Once you leave your vehicle in the lot and cross a convenient stile over the last fence for miles, you've stepped back centuries in time. This is the same beach Lewis and Clark crossed to camp on the island and meet with Native Americans. Ducks and geese have come here every fall for thousands of years. The north unit is a flooded ash swamp of nearly 2,000 acres that lies outside the island's diked agricultural and managed wildlife areas.
Hunters largely confine themselves to the swamp's interior.
While you might hear some shooting, there's no danger from hunters, few of whom will be out anyway until late October.