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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cy_KUAYrzwo/ULwDJBxIOmI/AAAAAAAAAww/Gdi5aqtjz4c/s1600/Firstsight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cy_KUAYrzwo/ULwDJBxIOmI/AAAAAAAAAww/Gdi5aqtjz4c/s320/Firstsight.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I was recently in Kentucky on a book signing trip I stopped by my"Mom's"(Doris Mangin) she was always like a Mom to me growing up so I began calling her Mammy. They always took us hunting growing up&amp;nbsp;as we were neighbors on a farm down the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As I was saying, I stopped by because she wanted to show me the deer stands&amp;nbsp;both of us&amp;nbsp;would be using on her farm the next morning(opening day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We started walking toward the woods leaving the wife behind us with a camera. As we turned the first corner, not even out of sight of the house, we saw this huge buck! Mammy grabbed me by the arm and her jaw dropped, as did mine! We froze! It never knew we were there as it was walking along a fence row with it's tail up moving and looking away from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When we both got over the shock we decided we had seen enough and not stink up the woods. We went back to the house in amazement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sherry caught this unique moment on camera! The snapshot above was the INSTANT we saw this huge buck. This will never happen again in our lifetimes but Mammy, now 85&amp;nbsp;and I, will cherish it forever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UvNRwHxO_TA/ULvOc0ap3KI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QjPB17SmKk0/s1600/FrostyMoose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UvNRwHxO_TA/ULvOc0ap3KI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QjPB17SmKk0/s320/FrostyMoose.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Turning cold in Alaska now but the Moose are fine! Note the frost on their backs and how well they must be insulated for that not to melt from body heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our clothing pails in comparison!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Adult cow with her 1 year old calf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;BOOK SIGNING IN LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6lGIwlcMrY/ULvFASjnJ8I/AAAAAAAAAvY/qupZk45eD5w/s1600/Signingfun2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6lGIwlcMrY/ULvFASjnJ8I/AAAAAAAAAvY/qupZk45eD5w/s320/Signingfun2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hall of Fame Basketball Coach Denny Crum and I at a recent book signing in Louisville, Kentucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Denny is featured in one of the chapters in my book titled, "Denny Crum-Lord of the Flies".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He is an excellent fly fisherman and great hunter/sportsman. I also write about our&amp;nbsp;Brown Bear hunt I guided him on when we were on the Alaskan Peninsula and the nice bear he took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iu_BuaYr-BQ/T4tFAxJKIeI/AAAAAAAAAr4/LUbkfVPdp9E/s1600/FishNose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iu_BuaYr-BQ/T4tFAxJKIeI/AAAAAAAAAr4/LUbkfVPdp9E/s320/FishNose.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;NOW that's a Schnoze! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Proboscus Salmonoid?? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;No, it's called &lt;em&gt;Oncorhynchus &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;kisutch&lt;/em&gt;, Coho Salmon and the males have these
hooked noses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Unlike Hollywood, Nature constructs for purpose NOT
"appearance of purpose". BIG DIFFERENCE!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not enough is said about the nose of a fish. No
one talks about that? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But it is by far,
better at smelling particles than anything on the planet- bar or bear none!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Let me explain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I'll be as brief as I can, but one thing I learned in Alaska
is how prolific everything is with the ever changing seasons (which are HIGHLY
visible here) and the fish know it better than we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFUS5fbkU4A/T4tFLUtMSGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/z8V2IfDtvLk/s1600/FishMap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dFUS5fbkU4A/T4tFLUtMSGI/AAAAAAAAAsA/z8V2IfDtvLk/s320/FishMap.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This fish's life began 4-years ago and could have come from
any Alaskan river. BUT IT IS the same river he was born in 4-years ago. They
leave the rivers and follow them for miles to the ocean water the following
spring after they are spawned. Look at the inset map and see where they go-remember
the North Pacific Ocean is a BIG POND! They spend 4-years of their life there
dodging Killer whales and ALL manner of hungry mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-rHGGvHTNU/T4tESswI7GI/AAAAAAAAAro/xjyiPJ2ZYfE/s1600/FishNose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-rHGGvHTNU/T4tESswI7GI/AAAAAAAAAro/xjyiPJ2ZYfE/s320/FishNose.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This photo was taken while rafting the Talachalitna River
after being flown into Judd Lake. We are many miles from Cook Inlet(Ocean) but
large salmon numbers make it back to these pristine rivers and the fishing is
Great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Those Salmon that make it through their 4-year Oceanic cycle,
return to the same streams AND SPOT they were spawned in to spawn as their
ancestors did- then die!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many of them
travel the ocean shores heading to the spot where the river they were spawned
in flows into the Pacific. Then they head up that river to the next one finally
arriving at their spawn site. THEY DO ALL THIS by smelling their way home. It
can be hundreds of miles! What a Nose!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We all have a place, purpose and timeframe for our days on
Earth. I think the Salmon understand that better than Humans do. WE ALL PALE IN
COMPARISON TO THE CREATURES IN NATURE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;SALMON don't need OnStar...THE SALMON &lt;s&gt;NOSE&lt;/s&gt; KNOWS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgjGk8ds_zM/T35g_eaknVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/NfKjQrO6Kms/s1600/ScaredMoose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgjGk8ds_zM/T35g_eaknVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/NfKjQrO6Kms/s320/ScaredMoose.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There's a scent floating around the mountainside woods at
my place. A scent neither myself nor the Moose have smelled since late last
fall. It's early spring now 40's during the day and high 20's at night, that's
the first week of April in Alaska. No daffodils yet! We still have 2 feet of
snow here on Bald Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;

When the snow begins to melt during the day that water can
enter some of the bear dens especially the younger ones who have not figured
out about dening on the north side of gulley’s so that don't happen. North
slopes don't get the sun in early April. The Sun hits those areas later in the
month or early May. In my book I speak about these juvenile bears that have
much to learn once they are on their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To the Moose, a young Grizzly smells just like an old
Grizzly and that smells like trouble. As I said before, the Moose
have not smelled this scent since last fall and now, SOME of the boys are back
in town!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;

Her "worried awareness" is quite evident by her
expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her ears have her back covered (they are both trained in
that direction) and her eyes see a little bit ahead of her and she can see good
on both sides.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The nose of a Moose is
very good too and they can scent things 100's of yards away BUT the Grizzlies
is ten times better or more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;

The cows with calves are the ones that are nervous all the
time about the Grizzlies. Many Moose calves are taken by these bears each year.
In fact, there are areas where Grizzlies are prolific and decimating the Moose
populations here. Along the corridors of the Chilikadrotna and Mulchatna rivers
in western Alaska is one current example. The Moose generally make it though,
as long as the wolves don't proliferate to the point they are in the game too!
THEN the Moose ARE GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel bad for the Moose this year. They had a rough winter
this year and now the Grizzlies are in the air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/GGdTPEJ3iNE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/80329994587551594/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=80329994587551594&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/80329994587551594?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/80329994587551594?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/GGdTPEJ3iNE/worried-awareness-grizzlies-are-in-air.html" title="Worried Awareness- Grizzlies are in the Air!" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QgjGk8ds_zM/T35g_eaknVI/AAAAAAAAAm0/NfKjQrO6Kms/s72-c/ScaredMoose.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/04/worried-awareness-grizzlies-are-in-air.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QEQ347fSp7ImA9WhVQFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-647833212984280765</id><published>2012-04-04T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T20:15:02.005-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-04T20:15:02.005-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brown bear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alaska" /><title>A Day in the Life of a Brown Bear</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ZOOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in on this Google photo and look around first. Look for details,then come back and read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Many see a beautiful picture here and get lost in the
scenery. I've done it many times sitting in these wild Alaska places. However,
there is a MUCH bigger &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PICTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here many don't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let me shed a
little light on it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The male in the foreground was wandering back to one of his
favorite spots just ahead of him. Over the years many bear have used this spot
and you can look at the bank and confirm its wear from the bears using it. If you
look closer you will see the river dumps into the ocean bay here and that means
it is loaded with salmon as the tide comes in- a perfect spot! Generations of
these bears know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you look up ahead as he is doing, you'll notice another
bear is in his favorite fishing hole. He no doubt spotted that bear back down
the river but came on up anyway to size 'em up. Problem is, it's a female and
worse yet, she has a cub. You can see his head just to the left of the male's
head and&amp;nbsp;the cub&amp;nbsp;already has his eye on the big male too!(Zoom in) These cubs know
that males will kill them in order to bring the female back into estrus during
the fall mating season. That makes the male something to be feared year round
when you are a young bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;For the male wandering up the river this throws a whole new
twist in the mix for him. Males don't go out of their way to pick trouble with
the females when cubs are involved. &lt;strong&gt;A woman's wrath pales in comparison, if you
can believe that!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Females Grizzlies or Brown Bears are unequaled when it comes
to ANYTHING threatening their cubs- bar none! I have worked to get close to
many big brown bear over the years BUT NEVER females with cubs. That is certain
disaster and I am well aware of that. Whenever I am hunting big game in Alaska,
my greatest fear was stumbling upon a sow with cubs. Worse yet, stumble upon
them and find yourself between the sow and her cubs. YOU'RE in serious trouble
when that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So...what is about to happen in the photo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The male will continue to approach his favorite
"occupied" spot and "test" the waters so to speak. He will
not be well received, but will try and snag a fish anyway. Then growling and posturing
will unfold and escalate to the point the male will retreat to a different
spot. After all, there are thousands of fish to choose from this time of the year
and it is not worth the WRATH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fKbW7cmme0/T3u_E_EvAVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/BPl8j7-JGBc/s1600/MooseChild.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fKbW7cmme0/T3u_E_EvAVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/BPl8j7-JGBc/s320/MooseChild.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Connecting your children with nature and&amp;nbsp;wildlife at an
early age is important. Master Thomas&amp;nbsp;Gardner is pictured here absorbing the
sight of&amp;nbsp;his first Moose!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Alaskans are fortunate to have an "envelope of
nature" surrounding us, fortunate indeed! Throughout my book I speak to
this importance and its effect on your life. People must free themselves from
their cubicles, mundane lifestyles and indoor routines and enjoy the outdoors
more wherever they are. MOST are far to removed from the natural world and it’s
causing problems. Not only to their mental health, but the environment too!
It's a lose, lose situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Most Alaskan’s, of &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; ages, enjoy the outdoors and spend
a great deal of time in it. It's healthy for ya! So, get your camp gear ready,
pack the right food and don't forget toilet paper! Don't let that deter you
ladies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Take chances now and again and see where it leads you. I
think it is good for your brain to go somewhere and not know where until you get
there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When you plant trees, vegetables or even&amp;nbsp;potatoes too close
together, none of them do well. People in the city are planted too close to
each other, makes them harder to "grow" too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8TLl6KenKg/T3UWL_x3MZI/AAAAAAAAAmM/TM4x1Mv1n8c/s1600/Mooseschrock%C2%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8TLl6KenKg/T3UWL_x3MZI/AAAAAAAAAmM/TM4x1Mv1n8c/s320/Mooseschrock%C2%A9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This photo was taken yesterday of one of my neighbors.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This 4-year old bull has had a rough winter. The snow has been exceptionally deep and that forced more moose down from the mountains concentrating them in pockets with less snow. This created high numbers foraging in close proximity to each other- pickins’ got slim! So good luck to him, the first signs of spring are finally upon us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;BUT, the Grizzlies are waking up hungry after a long winters sleep. The moose’s struggle never ends-we have that in common!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That protrusion above his eye was left when his antlers dropped in late January and now they are beginning to start growing again through the summer. They are very proud of that armament all summer and fall, and then in late winter it falls off!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hey guys aren’t we Lucky!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As I mentioned earlier the moose have concentrated in areas with less snow or areas that are cleared like highways and railroad tracks. The Alaska Dept. of Fish &amp;amp; Game has created feeding stations for them recently to draw them away from cleared highways and railroad tracks and they issued this report, “We are authorizing this extraordinary step due to public safety concerns. We hope the diversionary feeding stations will lure moose away from roads and will reduce moose-vehicle collisions and other dangerous encounters,” said Tony Kavalok, Assistant Director of the Division of Wildlife Conservation. This diversionary feeding permit allows the permit holder, not the general public, to feed moose. “This program is warranted only under exceptional circumstances such as has been created by this year’s snow conditions,” said Kavalok.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Moose favor areas with less snow including plowed roads, railways, and driveways. This year’s heavy snowfall has resulted in increased moose related vehicle accidents(TOTALS THE CAR!) and antagonistic encounters. Diversionary feeding, along with packing down trails leading away from roads to feeding stations and areas with natural foods, can reduce conflicts between moose and people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Speaking about antagonistic encounters- moose and people don’t mix! They are nobody’s pet and can/have seriously injured and killed people here in Alaska. The adult cows weigh about 800 lbs. and the bulls can weigh up to 1600 lbs. That’s A LOT OF BULL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Most all of us have seen pick-up trucks with gun racks in them. Well, we&amp;nbsp;do things a bit different here in Alaska sometimes. In the photo, you see the struts of a Super Cub&amp;nbsp;aircraft,&amp;nbsp;our "pick-up" truck. Without question, one of the best bush planes around to get you to extremely remote places. They will haul anything and as much as you can put in them,&amp;nbsp;this flight&amp;nbsp;was full so the gun gets tied to the struts&amp;nbsp;this trip.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That is it's only flaw, they don't have much room!&amp;nbsp; (They don't have a horn either)&lt;br /&gt;
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Super Cubs have room for two people and they sit in tandem(one behind the other). There's a little storage behind you but not a lot and your shoulders touch each side of the Cub. BUT, this lightweight aircraft can get you in some pretty tight and EDGY places! &amp;nbsp;What's the reward? There's nobody else for many miles.&lt;br /&gt;
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I write a great deal about those "EDGY" places in my upcoming book &lt;em&gt;"Chance is the Providence of Adventurers"&lt;/em&gt;. You will not believe some of the places we have landed and lived!&amp;nbsp; After having a rough landing with a client years back he ask me, "Did we just land or were we shot down?"&lt;br /&gt;
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In the coming months I have footage of many of these "Edgy" landings. Additionally, I plan to put mpegs on my blog to share with you. It will be a&amp;nbsp;front row seat with the camera rolling. It'll be fun and you'll get the "picture"!&lt;br /&gt;
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Note:In the photo, we are flying over the area where the TV Series &lt;em&gt;"Deadliest Catch"&lt;/em&gt; is filmed. It was a nice day in Bristol Bay. Ahhh... Winganaprayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/EzP_fXVBGMg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/8840888833267476429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=8840888833267476429&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/8840888833267476429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/8840888833267476429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/EzP_fXVBGMg/piper-super-cub-alaskas-pick-up-truck.html" title="The Piper Super Cub- Alaska's Pick-Up Truck" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aM2k4PgMnxE/T3PWeMj5JyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/cZCZiy1i4Rk/s72-c/Guncase.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/03/piper-super-cub-alaskas-pick-up-truck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQXcyeyp7ImA9WhVRGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-7555452529581188440</id><published>2012-03-26T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T21:20:50.993-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-26T21:20:50.993-08:00</app:edited><title>Bush Pilots are not often found in Church BUT pray more than most of You!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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That ole Winganaprayer has worked for me for years since I left Meade Co. Ky!&amp;nbsp; Somebody call Webster, the word WinganaPrayer&amp;nbsp;needs to be&amp;nbsp;there!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sandhill cranes are wading birds that have long black legs, long necks, and black chisel-shaped bills. Adults stand almost 3 feet tall and have a wing span of 6 feet or more. Mature birds are an ash-gray color with a bright red forehead. Immature birds are quite mottled with coppery or rusty feathers and lack the red forehead of adults. Adult plumage is attained at 2½ years. In the past, the sandhill cranes in Alaska were called “little brown” cranes and were thought to be a separate species based on their color. It is now known that the brownish-rust coloration of these northern birds is iron stain picked up in the peat bogs and muskegs of their breeding grounds.
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The dance of the sandhills may be one of the strangest breeding displays on the tundra. Often called a mating dance, display activity reaches a peak in late winter and early spring, but it has also been seen at other times of the year when two cranes meet. The ritual starts with a deep bow followed by great leaps, hops, skips, turns, and more bows. This dance can go on for many minutes.
Cranes are extremely wary birds and hard to approach. Their long legs enable them to easily outdistance a person walking on the uneven tundra, but they will take flight if closely approached. Except for the nesting season, cranes are social birds that feed together and occupy safe communal roosts at night.
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Omnivorous ground feeders, cranes eat frogs, rodents, insects, bulbs, seeds, and berries as well as occasional seashore delicacies. They have adapted well to agriculture and during the winter and on migration, feed largely on waste grain and small animals associated with farm fields.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/QVgLOs8PTJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/204316539767389652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=204316539767389652&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/204316539767389652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/204316539767389652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/QVgLOs8PTJo/alaskas-sunday-turkey.html" title="Alaska's &quot;Sunday Turkey&quot;" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EgB4EVt_iA/T24DhMofyqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/aDhoP3CUEAQ/s72-c/Sandhills.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/03/alaskas-sunday-turkey.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDRX4yfip7ImA9WhVRFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-8597891570113090093</id><published>2012-03-19T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-24T09:17:54.096-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-24T09:17:54.096-08:00</app:edited><title>Moose, My Constant Companions</title><content type="html">Winter of 2011-2012 has been extremely difficult for the critters here in Alaska. Many areas of the State had record snowfall. This depth of snow has reached over 250" for the season for many areas of Alaska. It has been tough on the critters as I said earlier but imagine keeping a path to the outhouse cleared! But, that's another story.

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I have included a few photos of Moose that have came down from the mountains to get to less amounts of snow to live and feed. That puts them in constant contact with us and a part of everyday life-it's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;

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This unusal amount of heavy snowfall has put the moose in areas that have roadways or trails plowed that makes it easier for them to get around to browse on the tree buds. I guess they get lazy now and again too...&lt;br /&gt;


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In the spring Moose are very nervous as hungry Grizzlies are coming out of their winter dens.

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I see a lot of folks head out into Alaska's backcountry with all sorts of gadgets and types of food. Food is one of the most important areas of your trip. A well planned daily menu can make for a more enjoyable expedition. The nice thing about rafting in Alaska's backcountry is the fact that you have more room and space for the nicer things in life-food, cots and chairs. &lt;br /&gt;
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When you work all day at a hunt in Alaska you are dead-bone tired by the end of the day. Nothing can perk you up like a great meal, a chair by the campfire and a comfortable cot at night. When I say great meal I am not talking about somethinmg out of a bag or can(trash). I am talking about food from scratch! &lt;br /&gt;
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Breakfast should include buscuits, gravy, eggs, sausage, potatoes with garlic and juice/coffee. These type foods stick to your ribs and stay with you the whole day. Lunch can be light such as sandwiches and for dinner, go all out! Take frozen meats, steaks, frozen crab etc. These things will last the first half of your trip before they begin to go bad. Toward the end of your trip you will have found fresh fish and hopefully a little fresh game meat to get you through the rest of the expedition. I sometimes will take ice cream for a treat!&lt;br /&gt;
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Point is, don't skimp on your food items, they are too important. Anyone who has hunted Alaska with me knows they are in for a real meal treat! Pouring boiling water in a plastic bag for a meal is no way to eat out here! Sure you can take some for backup, that's always a good idea, but they won't do much for hard working bellies!&lt;br /&gt;
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I always use cots too. If you can't sleep well at night you can't hunt well by day. Lack of a comfortable nights rest makes for a pretty miserable day and I have seen many a traveler here have a horrible time of it because they did not prepare for a good nights sleep. Don't skimp on the bedding! &lt;br /&gt;
Lightweight chairs and cots are worth their weight in gold in the bush. Being able to sit down and lean back against something takes away a lot of the aches and pains you acquired all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/Ckt2A70MaNs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/4743055258280420271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=4743055258280420271&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/4743055258280420271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/4743055258280420271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/Ckt2A70MaNs/eat-well-sleep-well-enjoy-hunt.html" title="Eat Well, Sleep Well- Enjoy the Hunt!" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oV_pr1Djafc/Tz2hB1D8QmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PqpemRHYfZs/s72-c/Img_3658.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/02/eat-well-sleep-well-enjoy-hunt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IGQH49fSp7ImA9WhRaFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-5114836670156781650</id><published>2012-02-14T15:22:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T15:45:21.065-09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-16T15:45:21.065-09:00</app:edited><title>Bears Can Fish!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Alaskan fisherman are accustomed to bears after fish in the same fishing hole. A bit of the nerves are twitching but given their space they generally will go about their business. UNLESS it is a sow with cubs, in that case it is best to reel in and go to another spot. CUBS cause trouble wherever they are as the sow will generally not tolerate any disturbance to them.&lt;/div&gt;
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As you can see from this native New Yorker's (Pat) expression the adventure is about to begin! He was a bit apprehensive as he had never used a raft before but it did not stop any one of them from trying-a prerequisite for any adventurer!&lt;br /&gt;
Bruice, Pat and Tommy have hunted the western states of the Lower 48 but they were in awe of the sheer size and magnitude of Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;
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They had read my blog and listened to my advise via several phone converstions before they came and it proved to make a big difference in the quality of their trip. After we had loaded the rafts and headed down river a few miles it was time to set up camp, go through all there gear in order to know where everything was and then relax for the first night.&amp;nbsp;Pat is in the background and fellow Alaskan Mike Heinz in the foreground. He is a retired surveyor and taught all the guys how to use there GPS's. A must if you are trying to get to a pick-up point 80 miles downriver by a certain date to get picked by by the planes. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you do this sort of thing as long as I have it becomes second nature to have comfortable camps and eat right. What was for dinner that first night?&lt;br /&gt;
Fresh Tossed Salad/w croutons, sour cream potatoes and FRESH Dungeness Crab! Now, how can you go wrong on a remote Alaskan trip with meals like that! They were GLAD I came along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/GoHdfZ1Fyug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/7587084566435397260/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=7587084566435397260&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/7587084566435397260?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/7587084566435397260?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/GoHdfZ1Fyug/excite-is-building.html" title="Excitement is Building!" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZliB03CAFU/Tzm2JmgxZtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/jTc_BngxVnY/s72-c/Img_3655.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/02/excite-is-building.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DQng_eip7ImA9WhRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-5915838929697672844</id><published>2012-02-13T15:56:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:56:13.642-09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T15:56:13.642-09:00</app:edited><title>Imagine...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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What it must feel like to these guys to have flown all the way from New York to end up landing on Twin Lakes in remote Alaska, then unload all their gear only to have the float planes leave you in the middle of nowhere! No help, no stores if you forgot something, no medical help or town within hundreds of miles if you get hurt. That's Alaska-you gotta love it!&lt;br /&gt;
It takes several hours to blow up the rafts and load your gear before you head down the Chilikadrotna River which flows out of Twin Lakes just a few yards from where native New Yorker, Bruice Sermonis is standing in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;
It's white water but relatively tame-one I thought would suit these guys who were new to the Alaskan Bush. Rafts are by far one of the best ways to see wild Alaska and the Chilikadrotna on listed as one of Alaska's Wild and Scenic rivers. LOTS of good fishing too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/rwoYSfZy5jI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/5915838929697672844/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=5915838929697672844&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5915838929697672844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5915838929697672844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/rwoYSfZy5jI/imagine.html" title="Imagine..." /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v3inBBFHxT0/TzmwM2Db8mI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2ML6ej47E1U/s72-c/Img_3649.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/02/imagine.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYDQ3Y9cCp7ImA9WhRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-5770033111825505471</id><published>2012-02-13T15:40:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:42:52.868-09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T15:42:52.868-09:00</app:edited><title>They Followed My Advice and Took the Plunge to ALASKA!</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Three fellows who read my blogspot decided to take the plunge! All tolled they spent about $3000.00 each to make the trip to Alaska but they went first class most of the way. They rented two rafts-the first time they had ever used rafts I might add. MORE about that later!&lt;br /&gt;
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All great trips to the Alaskan bush require using float planes or small planes on wheels. As you can see from the photo it took three aircraft to get all their gear flown in. There is just no other way to get to the pristine Alaskan wilderness you all dream of. &lt;br /&gt;
Usually I have other plans during the fall hunting season but one of the men from New York was an old friend of mine so I decided it best to tag along and keep these guys out of trouble. For the most part, it helped!&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be adding more to this story soon but remember these guys started at home in NY, read all they could from my blog and other places and took the plunge to Alaska. I am sure they will see the blog and add their own comments about the trip but they made it very clear that it was indeed a trip of a lifetime...stay tuned.&amp;nbsp; Scotty&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/zWPqJE_nDqE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/5770033111825505471/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=5770033111825505471&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5770033111825505471?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5770033111825505471?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/zWPqJE_nDqE/three-fellows-who-read-my-blogspot.html" title="They Followed My Advice and Took the Plunge to ALASKA!" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wo_vGQe4Nc/TzmsVzZhE0I/AAAAAAAAAe4/dE8ZyphtA2U/s72-c/Img_3636.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/02/three-fellows-who-read-my-blogspot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDRHg4fCp7ImA9WhRaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-2218797186115632316</id><published>2012-02-13T08:17:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:19:35.634-09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T08:19:35.634-09:00</app:edited><title>It's Only 210 miles to camp! As the Raven Flies</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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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!&lt;br /&gt;
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The first leg of the trip is the easiest; you drive to Whittier, Alaska. It is a beautiful drive along the Turnagain Arm with 10-12,000 ft mountains out the driver's side window and the ocean out the passenger's side. then arrive at the Anton Anderson tunnel in Portage. Once there, we wait for clearance to drive through the tunnel. It's the longest highway tunnel in North America (13,300' or 2.5 miles). Which a train also uses, you definitely want to WAIT! Visit the tunnel site for more details and take a virtual drive at http://www.dot.state.ak.us/creg/whittiertunnel/index.shtml&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming out the other side you find yourself in Resurrection Bay and Whittier Alaska. A fishing community and also where the road ends. Now we must wait for the Alaska ferry to arrive. It is scheduled to leave Whittier tomorrow morning at 5am and arrive in Cordova. Our progress and the time it takes begin to leave our control at this point, that's Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;
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While we wait for the ferry, Ill explain why we need one to start with. Normally I load up everything in the back of a plane and fly wherever. When you can use the ferry system on any part of an adventure you use it. It's much cheaper and always a scenic ride. The ferry ride from Whittier to Cordova takes 6 hours and covers about 100 miles by water. No only that you take your vehicle along too! They are parked in the bottom of the boat. Great way to go. Check them out at www.dot.state.ak.us/amhs/index.shtml &lt;br /&gt;
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Photos above show the clustered, twisted mess the vehicles parked in the bottom of the boat were. It was amazing that not even a bumper was touched-during loading or offloading. This time of year all the tourists have left so it was mostly seasoned locals that are used to doing this. &lt;br /&gt;
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We arrived in Cordova, day two and only 150 miles into the trip. Now we load up the airplane and continue on with the last leg of the trip to camp. When we load the plane that includes an Achilles 13' inflatable along with 20hp motor and all our camp gear and food. But wait, the weather is not good at Kushtaka Lake; our landing site yet another delay... this could take a while. It's all par for the course when it comes to getting around Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;
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By noon things are looking better and we are off airborne at last! The only thing that will stop us now, is a sudden one!&lt;br /&gt;
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We fly over some of the most beautiful, vast and human less country in the world. It's real beauty lies in human less! Nature owns this land and you are always at peril-damn I like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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On our approach to Kushtaka Lake we notice there is no wind at all. Some might say good. Not true. In a DeHavilland Beaver floatplane you sit about 6-7 feet above the floats. When there is no wind or breeze the water is like glass and you cannot tell how close the floats are to the water as you touch down. YOU MUST KNOW THAT!!!! Just getting to camp in Alaska is risky, damn risky. Lower 48 take note' this ain't no pony ride!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fortunately, Kushtaka Lake is large and we were able to feather the Beaver in ever so gently. We taxied up to the bank and began unloading our gear. Better have those waders already on cause you can't get as close to the shore as you would like with a heavy load. There were Brown Bear tracks everywhere! Looks like a good spot. However, we are still not all the way to camp.&lt;br /&gt;
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We blow up our raft, load all our gear and motor over to the mouth of Stillwater River which spills out of Kushtaka Lake. About 5 miles down the Stillwater you hit the Bering River. We had to use our oars to navigate the swift Stillwater River; it was flooding and anything but "Still". It's also shallow with large boulders everywhere, which meant no motor! Two hours later and right at sunset we finally arrived at our camp. It was a LONG 210 mile journey, but quite typical in terms of traveling about the A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/pgTfYl6uO0M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/2218797186115632316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=2218797186115632316&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/2218797186115632316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/2218797186115632316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/pgTfYl6uO0M/its-only-210-miles-to-camp-as-raven.html" title="It's Only 210 miles to camp! As the Raven Flies" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a5eGLdpMjgk/TzlGCBzPfNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sbBDfv4kJB8/s72-c/Scottybear2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-only-210-miles-to-camp-as-raven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACRXY6fCp7ImA9WhRaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-5161972265288536219</id><published>2012-02-13T08:07:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T14:39:24.814-09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T14:39:24.814-09:00</app:edited><title>First Go at Rafting in Alaska</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Some folks from New York State followed my blog and advice! This is Bruice Sermonis from Campbell, New York giving it his all as he begins his first rafting trip down the Chilikadrotna River in Alaska. His traveling buddies, Pat and Tom are at his left and behind him. All three are attempting, for the first time, to use this type of raft. Pat and Tom seem to go about the river much like a pin ball does but they all three soon got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kudos for all three! Nothing ventured, nothing gained!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/a5rma0WlkzI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/5161972265288536219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=5161972265288536219&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5161972265288536219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5161972265288536219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/a5rma0WlkzI/some-folks-from-new-york-state-followed.html" title="First Go at Rafting in Alaska" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y9SqjJ_6vmo/TzlC0y5844I/AAAAAAAAAcA/PWfz6o2mdzg/s72-c/BruiceRafting.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2012/02/some-folks-from-new-york-state-followed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYEQ3s_fyp7ImA9WxBaEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-8680831718965371421</id><published>2010-03-19T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:41:42.547-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-19T10:41:42.547-08:00</app:edited><title>The Moose Are Loose!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S6PFGSs2d5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/KLIIyjv5i2g/s1600-h/Moose5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S6PFGSs2d5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/KLIIyjv5i2g/s320/Moose5.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This time of year always brings lots of Moose to my homestead on Bald Mountain. Antlers have been dropped&amp;nbsp; and deep snow on the mountains forces most of them to lower elevations. Hungry wolves play a part in that lower migration as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They must feel safer here. They should as long as they leave my Lab alone, we'll get along fine. Living next to these wild creatures sure has been a pleasure over the years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Spring is finally on the way as well as new antler growth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/_5Vcffl7or4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/8680831718965371421/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=8680831718965371421&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/8680831718965371421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/8680831718965371421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/_5Vcffl7or4/moose-are-loose.html" title="The Moose Are Loose!" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S6PFGSs2d5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/KLIIyjv5i2g/s72-c/Moose5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2010/03/moose-are-loose.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IMRns7fyp7ImA9WxBbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-6305411996925316937</id><published>2010-03-10T09:10:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:33:07.507-09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-10T10:33:07.507-09:00</app:edited><title>Chignik Alaska Wolves Kill Teacher</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S5fzwZlnQeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/My7SNUAR2wk/s1600-h/WolfgrowlA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S5fzwZlnQeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/My7SNUAR2wk/s320/WolfgrowlA.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Its odd that just days ago I posted something about wolves. I now follow that post with this gruesome message about a young teacher visiting Alaska for the first time and being killed by wolves. Although it is an exception to the general rule, it is NOT uncharacteristic of Wolves to go out of their way to find food when times are tough. Late winter is tough for everyone and everything in Alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When will people learn that wild animals are just that. These wolves were no doubt hungry. Late winter often makes all carnivores a little edgy and prone to take different approaches to their own sustenance. The attack occurred not far from my Brown bear hunting area, which usually have plenty of Caribou available. However, this time of year most of the Peninsula Caribou herd is found farther north up the Peninsula. This may have set the stage for this tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We are told this young schoolteacher arrived in Alaska last November and no doubt had visions of a wild and beautiful country but lacked the true understanding of that meaning. As I have said many times before, Lady Alaska has many ways in which to aide in your demise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Chignik Lake is located just north of a small village named Perryville on the east side of the Peninsula. Although it has lots of Brown bear in the area, they are all fast asleep in their dens during mid-March. It is a bit unusual to have wolves stalking anyone at anytime-but they will when they are hungry and like us, have mouths to feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Although not often reported outside of Alaska, each year many dogs are killed by wolves during the late winter months. Some have been attacked right outside Anchorage with the dog on a leash and the owner in tow! Yes, it happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, lets sit back and let the animal rights groups rethink their approach to wolves. I hope they start with condolences to the victims family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One beautiful thing about Lady Alaska is understanding that HUMANS are NOT the top dog here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/zmqShi92c-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/6305411996925316937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=6305411996925316937&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/6305411996925316937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/6305411996925316937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/zmqShi92c-g/chignik-alaska-wolves-kill-teacher.html" title="Chignik Alaska Wolves Kill Teacher" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S5fzwZlnQeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/My7SNUAR2wk/s72-c/WolfgrowlA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2010/03/chignik-alaska-wolves-kill-teacher.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFQXYzfCp7ImA9WxBUF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-5467004227874249342</id><published>2010-03-04T09:43:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:43:30.884-09:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-04T09:43:30.884-09:00</app:edited><title>In the Hand of the Hunter</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S4__Gw6jtxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/FEmNaLv4Aoc/s1600-h/SkinBear2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S4__Gw6jtxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/FEmNaLv4Aoc/s200/SkinBear2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Over the years, I have seen a lot of Alaskan hunters realize their lifelong dream of taking a magnificent trophy from Alaska. It was always the guide's job to make sure the clients trophy was well cared for and properly prepared for the taxidermist. If you are planning to hunt Alaska on your own, YOU will need to know how to properly skin and cape your trophy for the taxidermist. If you do not already know how you best spend some time learning before your Alaskan hunt begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It is very important to follow proper hide preparation procedures in order to keep your mount in its best possible shape before bringing it to the Taxidermist. With proper care and knowledge, you will know what NOT to do when you're out in the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Choosing a Taxidermist is your first step in the planning process. I STRONGLY recommend you use an Alaskan taxidermist and have it shipped home. I can tell you a story about a client of mine who got a 10' Brown Bear and insisted his taxidermist buddy back home in Ohio mount it. THE MOUNT WAS HORRIBLE and ruined the man's entire adventure. Alaska has some of the best taxidermists in the world; they know their indigenous species!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The perfect trophy is not made in the taxidermist's studio, as you might think. The creation of a beautiful mount starts much earlier - from the moment, the animal has been shot. Careful field preparation can avoid many potential problems, and ensure your trophy is a lasting treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Remember that you're dealing with a biodegradable substance, and your flight out of the bush may be several days away yet. Here are some important tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Do not cut an animal's throat as it is difficult to repair and causes other messy situations that can be avoided. Removing the cape must be done with care. For instance, shoulder mounts must not be cut up the front, or an unsightly seam will remain. "Cut well back, behind the shoulders, as it is better to have too much skin than not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Never do anything that may cause the hair on the animal to be damaged. Never drag the animal or tie a rope around its neck.&amp;nbsp; For a full shoulder mount, you will want to avoid head, neck and shoulder shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's best to commence skinning and salting as soon as possible - but not before, you've taken the animal's measurements. "This enables your taxidermist to make an accurate replica of your trophy. There are lots of videos and self help manuals around for learning where and how to measure. This post would become too long to explain every detail of this process-so study up before you head to Alaska!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Certain body parts require more care than others. For example, the thick lip area needs to be split, an operation, which must be done with care as the sensitive area tears easily. Nostrils are also to be handled with care; here, the cartilage must be removed so that salt can penetrate the skin more efficiently. Skinning or inverting the ears is a difficult and timely process, but you must know how to do it. Again, study how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now it's time for salting, an essential step in preventing bacterial growth and semi-preserving the skin. This is best done swiftly, as skins dry quickly, making it difficult for the salt to penetrate. "Often, the whole skin becomes useless due to large areas of 'heat rendering,' when the skin dried too fast or dried in the sun so that the grease, which lies just below the surface of the skin, rises and congeals before the salt has drawn out enough moisture to prevent slippage. In addition, once this grease has congealed, tanning chemicals cannot penetrate the surface. If this affects large areas, the skin cannot be tanned. Smaller areas, on the other hand, become tough and cannot be stretched - important, because tanning shrinks the skin and a certain amount of stretch is therefore necessary to produce the wrinkles and lines, which give the trophy expression and make it, look lifelike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fleshing the skin to an appropriate thinness and salting the skin three to four times can avoid this problem. It's not just the method of salting that can affect the condition of a skin; the type of salt used is equally important, with most taxidermists recommending a good quality table salt, so add salt to your gear list! A moose cape will need about 10lbs. of salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A professional Taxidermist can make repairs on most anything, but some things are very difficult to fix and could have been avoided from the get go. Spend a little time getting to know how proper field care of your trophy can make all the difference in your Adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The quality of your prize mount is in the hands of the hunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/rUJ4NJTme-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/5467004227874249342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=5467004227874249342&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5467004227874249342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5467004227874249342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/rUJ4NJTme-4/in-hand-of-hunter.html" title="In the Hand of the Hunter" /><author><name>M. 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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On many occasions they could have easily overpowered our raft, boat OR floatplane when in these waters. Why don't they? NO one knows for sure, they seem to be happiest when left along by humans and I believe if you do not agitate them, they won't agitate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I think we can chalk up another one for Disney. Free Willy and all that. Humans have an insatiable need to "humanize" every creature on the planet. I feel humans do this because they have detached themselves from the natural world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When you see a killer whale with its dorsal fin limped over, it is not a happy camper. I have never seen this in the wild, but I have noticed they do that when in captivity. In captivity, they are not happy campers. Humans in captivity aren't either! We do have that in common, but that is about all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;These creatures, when in the water next to you, make for scary neighbors. Dominant males will reach over 40 feet and could easily trash your vessel if they desired to do so. I realize this and realize they are powerful predators that are best left alone and viewed in their natural habitat. They DO NOT belong in some artificial pond doing tricks for the spectators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/6ZKq8bm5ZAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/6064372328057180217/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=6064372328057180217&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/6064372328057180217?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/6064372328057180217?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/6ZKq8bm5ZAo/killer-whales-make-poor-pets.html" title="Killer Whales Make Poor Pets!" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S4gAL-qpb4I/AAAAAAAAAas/er-SFWo5yx0/s72-c/Whale2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2010/02/killer-whales-make-poor-pets.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HSHk5fSp7ImA9WhVQGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3627446005369744834.post-3306414566511680604</id><published>2010-02-22T22:23:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2012-04-07T08:57:19.725-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-07T08:57:19.725-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="revised 2012" /><title>Hunting Alaska on Your Own</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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This is a subject that needs some attention. I don't think I have ever read much about this subject. However, deciding on a cold camp or not, can make ALL the difference. Some have came a long way, spent a bundle to get here (not to mention the wife's offsetting costs) and are in the middle of a dream of a lifetime! Bruice Sermonis from New York State is pictured in the photo.&amp;nbsp;They followed this blog series when it was first posted and is pictured here just landing in remote Alaska with three of his friends&amp;nbsp;September 2011. Readiness is ALL! Every decision you have made&amp;nbsp;about gear, food, and safety&amp;nbsp;will make this experience better or worse.&lt;o:p _moz-userdefined=""&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you are still planning on a DIY hunt in Alaska, you are going to need to know something about hide and cape preparation while afield. Nothing ruins an Alaskan adventure like ruining your cape or trophies hide. Next post I'll go into that. YOU NEED TO KNOW THIS. This is one of the guides main tasks for clients. If you are hunting on your own, then you'll need to know how to prepare your trophy as well as the care of your meat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While on the raft subject, I should point out your raft is your only way out. Always make its welfare your number one priority. DO NOT leave food scent in it. If you catch, fish be sure to rinse away all scent at some point before dark. I always completely unload the raft, turn it upside down, and have it near my tent. That's good advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anytime you can get elevation in this country, which is easy most of the time-do so. You can set up a base camp near the river and hike up the side of the mountain behind you to glass. Generally, your camp will be in view of your mountainside perch. If you are in Moose country and did not sound like a marching band upon your arrival, you should see game from perches like these. Rarely does it fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Moose like willow brush, which normally grows along our riverbeds, so if you have lots of browse for moose and you see fresh sign, they are there, and you will spot them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT SHOOT A MOOSE TOO FAR FROM CAMP.&lt;/b&gt; The number one mistake many non-residents make is shooting one of these beasts too far from camp/raft. It is a serious piece of work to field dress a moose and pack out the meat to your raft. The closer to the river you take your game, moose or caribou, the better! Ideally, you should concentrate your attention to areas downriver and not too far away from it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;At any point during your flight out, you could be checked by AK Dept. of Fish and Game, BE SURE to salvage all of the meat from the creature you harvested. It's the ethical thing to do and it's the LAW!&amp;nbsp; Many get citations for this every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COLD CAMP OR NOT&lt;/b&gt;- Next post about your river float hunt. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~4/W6gV91nzwtc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/feeds/5149893374639985581/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3627446005369744834&amp;postID=5149893374639985581&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5149893374639985581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3627446005369744834/posts/default/5149893374639985581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/pvSk/~3/W6gV91nzwtc/alaska-moose-hunting.html" title="Alaska Moose Hunting" /><author><name>M. Scotty Lamkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00043689615755408365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ANYAtzNQjyI/UMEVOIfG-hI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Cz68RSVUYYs/s220/Profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9lhws-qAIbQ/S3skUGlGMDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/hLUjeO7m294/s72-c/AD212010b.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://scottysalaska.blogspot.com/2010/02/alaska-moose-hunting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
