by Jake Jacobson | Jun 20, 2025
Long before I came to Alaska, I had been fascinated with the folklore and reports associated with the Abominable Snowman, Yeti, Sasquatch and Bigfoot. As a senior in high school I wrote a term paper on the legendary wild men that had been reported from so many places...
by Jake Jacobson | May 27, 2025
A large, dark brown bear appeared on the ridge above us. The sound of Craig’s one shot was all it took for that top predator to home in on us. Soon after being put ashore we jumped a huge buck at sixty yards that took off quartering away to the right. I told him to...
by Michael Altizer | Apr 4, 2025
It’s a fairly young river as fair rivers go, born in the mountains of far western Alaska before making its raucous way down from the heights and out across the tundra on its broad braided ramble to the sea. I have never seen its mother lake Kagati, but I know the...
by Jake Jacobson | Jul 17, 2024
In seconds a section of wall was gone and the bear was on its way in.
by Jake Jacobson | May 12, 2024
With more than 50 years of experience as an Alaskan hunting guide, Jake Jacobson has encountered his fair share of mishaps, including plane accidents.
by Chet Fitzgerald | Sep 26, 2022
A sheep-turned-grizzly hunt along the Canadian border.
by Ken Kirkeby | May 9, 2022
Part II Of Ice and Men I helped him get to his feet and got him moving toward camp. He walked like a crippled man. I quickly pulled the cord attached to my pack and it came up full of water. I turned it upside down and jammed the frame into the snow. I left the rifles...
by Jaques Rutten | Apr 21, 2022
Generally, he would have welcomed the chance to leave the hunter behind and go alone to finish the hunt. It would’ve been a good way to end his bear-hunting career. But this time, he couldn’t. Kernels of snow splashed from the tracks for several feet in...
by Scott Brosvik | Mar 3, 2022
I realized then I was on my own — alone in a vast wilderness of ice and snow. Looking above camp toward where we’d be hunting brown bears, all we could see was snow and mountains, not a tree in sight. The only thing that wasn’t white was an occasional rock sticking...
by John Whinery | Feb 2, 2022
Soon I found a path which led me over a deep gouge in a log. I realized, this was a bear path! I’d followed deer trails, but never had I walked a path used only by bears. Roland Burrows turned his boat out to sea and said, “I’ll be back tonight at...
