Column: The fun in hunting is misery

When you’re back home and the meat is processed and in the freezer, it’s easy to post, comment or otherwise communicate to everyone in your circle that the misery of alpine hunting or hunting in general, is worth it. I tried something different. As I was leaning on my trekking poles, cautiously making my way…

Column: A place isn’t just a place

I saw a dude reading Jack London at a coffee shop in Juneau. The words of London, Robert Service, etc. inspired by the Alaska/Klondike of the past, have endured for generations, so it makes sense that people would be motivated to read those words near their geographic origin. However, I judged the guy. I thought…

Column: The big “What if…”

A good river is productive enough to make you happy yet still challenging enough to frustrate you. Though this applies to even my favorite steelhead rivers in southeast, the frustration is different when you travel because it burrows like a warble fly you can’t reach since it’s not your home river and your time is…

Column: Mine, all mine…but not really

When I was young in the outdoor freelance writing business I was all about providing content that would be shared. Valuable content that would appeal to readers in California (at the time). The more I wrote the more I wondered about the potential impact of my words on my own experiences. If I wrote about…

Column: Remembering Dad

Ten Father’s Days ago, my brother poured Dad’s ashes into a creek. In the weeks after, I could only remember the end. I tried to stay at better memories, but they all evaporated into serious doctors, my ailing father and finally, the end. The next time I saw my buddy Nate, he put his hand…

Column: Crowd Control

I took a deep breath and entered the wild world…of downtown on a four-ship day. It’s a weird thing to hate the downtown traffic and crowds in general this time of year. After all, without it, where would the port towns of southeast Alaska be? Logging is no longer socially acceptable to many, but one…

Column: Don’t be afraid to fail

I try to talk myself out of a lot of things. One might mistake it for being cautious or safe, but I know that’s not always true. My childhood memories on the ocean are always synonymous with some level of disaster. My brother and I look back and laugh, but I wonder how Dad felt….

Column: Nap time

I had abandoned the posture of a hunter and was now sprawled out on the beach using a jacket as a pillow. I contemplated a nap, thought, “Why not?” and took one. It was one of those sleeps that undulates in depth. On one end, you’re conscious of what’s going on around you, like the…

Column: Waste of a good point

The worst thing on social media is when someone you don’t like has a great point. You had this whole little topic figured out. You felt really good about yourself because you had planted your flag on a side and there were plenty of others around you so you felt really welcomed and validated. Then…

Column: Get to, not away from

A student asked me why people want to go to Mars. I said for the same reason people saw a map of a flat earth with sea dragons at the edge and decided to hoist the sails and go anyway…For the same reason people wanted to head west to the new (but already inhabited) new…