Yeah it's a real problem. When the postal tracking started I don't know around 2010 maybe earlier that really helped. Most these villages ugashik included we're served by Pen Air with the mail run and they had individual Freight agents that were supposed to deliver it from the gravel strip to the post office. I'm here to tell you before the tracking was on all the post office Freight pretty much anything the freight person wanted would "never arrive". Must have been 2006 or 2007 there was a big push to try and figure out where all the stuff was going, and it got better. Especially if you had a good agent.
I've had a fair whack of nice stuff dissappear from tsa in and out of those regions. My guess is they are aware of what appears to be paper thin oversight. I've lost ammo, nice knives, and oddly enough my most recent was a very new down jacket that the wife had gotten for me go travel in so I don't look like such a vagabond all the time. Peeled it off in the terminal as it was -22 where I was and 30 in town, it made it in my bag but not to anchorage. It's just an un official tax on rural travel. First time in 7 years I'd had something go missing, but it doesn't take many bad apples and with the labor shortage it must be hard to find good agents.
Only one that really made me mad was in the early 2000s, fished on a good Boat. We had a heck of a year and the captain had purchased us domestic made benchmades and had the year boat name and lbds caught laser etched on the blade, and gave them to us with a 1k bonus tucked in the case it came in. I ended up riding a boat to King Cove as the captain offered to pay me to ride along and for a free flight South, too young whippersnapper an extra $1,000 and free tickets sounded great. When I transitioned in King Salmon that knife got tucked into the top of my seabag so I could go through jet TSA before flying south. Unsurprisingly the knife did not make it in the suitcase down south. Of all the things that have been a "security risk" and freed itself from my suitcase, that's the one that ticks me off.