Showing Teeth

In 1997, an experienced bush pilot flew a wealthy, inexperienced hunting client west of Iliamna toward the Bering coast to scout for massive moose. After landing his floatplane on a remote lake and tying off the pontoons near a beaver slip, the two men hiked a narrow game trail into the dense black spruce. The situation took a disastrous turn when the client pulled out an elk bugle he didn't know how to use and blew a horrific call into the woods, instantly triggering a terrifying chain of events that sent them sprinting back to the water.

A veteran 92-year-old trapper recounts a terrifying ordeal from the twilight of his trapping career in 1984, northeast of Bethel in the remote Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta. Relying on an isolated backup cabin he typically avoided due to eerie sounds in the distance, his trapping season began smoothly—until he discovered his newly set wolverine traps repeatedly sprung and empty, reeking of a potent, musty ammonia odor.

Craig and John were on a caribou hunt where they had a terrifying experience.

Paul and James, two of my cousins, had this encounter back in 2007 at Harris Creek.  These two cousins were with me during the Nushagak River Ambush encounter only a few weeks prior to this.

I share an encounter from my cousin Nicholai and a few other relatives that happened on the Nuyakuk River.

I recount a story from Brandon, a winter caretaker for a remote fishing lodge in the Bristol Bay area. As these encounters often do, Brandon's easy winter job was ruined and he no longer comes to Alaska.