He sniffed for my elusive fishy smell. He dissected each of my answers, searching for my dedication to the righteous fly fishing cause. He must not have found what he was looking for; I was met with his seemingly standard negativity.
Read MoreDenali watched over us as we slid into our waders on the back of Troy’s truck. The clouds were sparse when we pulled up to the creek, which flowed under the Denali Highway. Crisp and clear water slipped around boulders, holding grayling in the seams between the fast and slow water. We were excited to don our waders and take our first steps into the water.
Read MoreThe first weekend in February, I found myself heading north from Fairbanks into the White Mountains National Recreation Area for a whirlwind overnighter in Eleazar’s Cabin. I skied the 12 miles to Eleazar’s with five friends who mushed, skied, and fat biked at their own pace. As I watched the fat biker smoke all of us on skis, ideas started to form.
Read MoreSome of the less sought after sources of protein for the dinner table are furbearers, but some adventurous eaters believe they’re delectable treats. Of all the furbearers Alaska offers, beavers provide a bountiful meal and are relatively easy to trap once you’ve learned a few tricks.
Read MoreOver the last four consecutive winters, my friend, Ashley, and I have taken turns either moving to or from Alaska. Every year whoever was moving somehow convinced the other to drop everything and accompany the 4,000+ mile road/ferry trip to/from the frozen north in the coldest, darkest depths of winter.
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