Column: Lucky? Good? Who cares

Right around noon I turned into a Snickers commercial. It’s one of the most predicable events in a Lund hunting trip in October. Pre-dawn enthusiasm and first light focus gives way to frustration. My steps go from calculated and quiet to sloppy. By noon, I’m dehydrated, hungry and wondering how long I’d make it after…

Anyone can hunt when it’s nice out

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…

Etolin Island elk hunt

Etolin Island is a tough hunt in that what it looks like on Google Earth isn’t what it looks like in person. There are hidden cuts and cliffs. When you drop out of the alpine, it’s thick and disorienting. We chose an alpine lake for the Oct. 1-15 tag thinking they might still be high,…

Wasting no time in the New Year

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…

In the rut

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.