It’s this time of year. Get food yourself.
By Jeff Lund | For the Capital City Weekly On an ordinary run-of-the-mill swallow, I felt it. You know: the dread of something bad, the introduction to a cold, the warning shot from a virus or bacteria staking its claim. I swallowed again and it was gone but I had been warned. I’m not one…
Is it August yet?
The boys at Alpine Obsession having some fun in Southeast Alaska.
So it would have been nice to bag an elk, but the weather was good and we got plenty of exercise.
If my resolution was to try new things this year, I’m off to an unsustainable pace. I spent New Year’s Eve in a camp on a wolf trap checking expedition with two locals. I wanted to better understand the process of trapping wolves and get an idea for how many were around. Thanks to their…
Would have been great if this was all today was about… …but there was a Black Friday meat sale at the Alaska deer market.
This time of year life is lived on old logging roads looking for rubs made by bucks during the rut. Not that I am excited for it to end, but it will eventually slide nicely into steelhead season. Life is good.