Meet Mr. Gibbs!

Rooting large brown bear out of the Alaskan bush can be very dangerous. In my guiding days it was up to me to always back them up or worse, go find the bruins after the client fired and it disappeared. My backup rifle is a .505 Gibbs, that's it pointing at you in the header of this blog. "Mr.Gibbs", as he is generally referred to, got his nickname from my friend and client Denny Crum, Hall of Fame Basketball coach from Louisville,Ky.

It's Only 210 miles to camp! As the Raven Flies.

210 miles to most folks don't sound like much. Let me tell you how "close" that really isn't in Alaska. I left my home on Bald Mountain and headed for Moose/Brown Bear camp on the Bering River that lies east of Copper River Delta country. In Alaska, that also means you are close to Yukon Territory and in the middle of nowhere!

Ever follow Brown Bear tracks?

When I came across these on a recent hunt on the Bering River I could not help but wonder, "Am I looking at where he was or is he looking at where I am?"

I made tracks to Alaska 30 years ago to escape the Lower 48. To run from pre-conceived notions as to what my life should be and how I should live it. It was strange to me that people picture "what to do with my life" as if it's some plateau you reach and you can stop worrying about it after that. BULLBUTTER! I don't think anybody knows who they are, much less how to run their life.