Many scary things have happened in the Alaskan wilderness, but not as terrifying as the time when a 750 pound bear, haunted the woods. I won a 2 week Elk hunting trip to Alaska, during a hunter’s club raffle ticket drawing. The night before the trip, I was restless, because I was so excited for a hunt of a lifetime. The next morning, I packed my camo clothing, rifle, and knife for when I kill a bull elk. A friend of mine helped me load up, and fuel the plane before I flew off to Alaska. When I got there, the people who lived in Alaska, told me stories about a kodiak bear that roamed the wilderness, that would make you hair turn white if you heard them. The cabin that I stayed in was nice and cozy. There was a warm fire in the fireplace, a moose …show more content…
I loaded my gear into a small floatplane parked right outside the lodge I was staying in. I had a very good feeling that it would be successful. I finally met my guide, his name was Sergei. He was an immigrant from Russia, and he guided millions of hunts in the Russian backcountry. His son Yuri came along with us. He was born in Alaska after his father moved there with his wife. He is 19 and a real ace with a rifle. He had killed several elk in the woods where we were going. “ Time to shake the rust off.” I said to Yuri. “ Have you ever hunted elk before Brian?” Sergei asked. “ Not yet, this is my first time.” I replied. We eventually made it to the shore of kodiak island, a small Alaskan owned island. As we got our gear out of the plane, I could not stop thinking about that bear I heard about the night before. Yuri stayed in the plane while Sergei and I went into the cold, snow capped woods. We traveled a couple miles to a hill he told me about on our way to the small, frozen island. Sergei looked through a pair of binoculars and saw a huge bull elk. I too, saw the elk through the scope of my rifle. As I aimed down the sights, I slowly squeezed the trigger, and made the shot. The elk came down to the …show more content…
I went over to where Sergei was lying on the ground. “ Sergei, get up! We have a situation, he’s injured, he ran off. Sergei.” I yelled and fell onto my knees, having a moment of silence because the bear had killed my guide. I pulled out my small pocket radio, and called Yuri, who was standing outside of the plane. “ Yuri, Yuri pick up! You there?” “ Brian, what’s going on down there?” He replied. “ Sergei is down, I say again, Sergei is down!” I carried Sergei to the plane, and after we put him on a stretcher, Yuri and I went back for the elk I killed that day. We arrived back at the lodge, and the other people there were shocked, not only at the elk, but also what had happened to my dear friend. That night, I had nightmares about what had happened. The sound of Sergei screaming in pain rang in my head, the bear’s growl rang in my head as well. I woke up at 5:30am, and went to make a cup of coffee. Yuri, came downstairs to join me. As we got coffee, we sat down in the lobby, I started to get
We sat there for a few more minutes then I got up and yelled for everyone to get ready to start moving again. I donned my pack and tightened the straps, and after making sure everyone else was ready, started off down the winding trail to the night’s campsite.
I rushed out to the truck as the horn blared. I threw my things into the truck and we went off towards the woods. I had to talk to Kevin about where the deer come from when i am sitting in the stand. He told me everything I needed to know about the place less than 10 minutes in the hot and humid truck. Well let's go back to see what led to this.
Suddenly, they noticed something was passing by them in a distance of a half a mile. ?We perceived a low carriage, fixed on a sledge and drawn by dogs, pass on towards the north.? It was very strange to see another human/carriage on ice. It was a shock to the crew to see a single man on sled drag by dogs through Northern Sea. Comparing to a well equipped ship, the sled looked like a deadly ride. As mentioned earlier you could only see the endless ice surrounding them and they couldn?t believe that a single man would travel far from the Big Land. However, the man on a sled was a gigantic stature and most likely he was a strong and a brave man.
It all started in the middle of March in the year of 2002. David Hunter a TV host with a very popular hunting show Ducks, Dogs, and Decoys was entered into a drawing for a once in a lifetime hunt to Delta Junction Alaska. If David was picked he would be hunting a famous bull elk called Spitfire nicknamed for his mean attitude, and if the hunter kills Spitfire he or she will receive the great bull elk completely mounted, plus a check for one-million dollars. It all sounds great until you read the last lines on the application.
The world is improving every second of the day. Our culture has upgraded since the time of the Native Americans. Hunting has modernized because of the advancement of technology and weaponry. Hunting has fed our families from the dawn of time. The innovation of hunting has been restructuring from the natives to modern day USA.
In addition, the landscap and climate that mother nature pushed upon me was not the only danger she brought and that I faced out west. An over whelming amount of dangerous wild life were present any many instances. Grizlly bears were the biggest threat during my stay but wolfs and mountain lions were a close second. During my stay on base in canmore there was a bear attack that took place roughly three kilomètres away. Three people were put in intensive-care with life threatning injuries. There were many other cases of bear sighting thought my training but non to the extent of that attack luckily. After hearing about these run ins with bears, the Officer Staff on the military base initiated changes to the protocols in which cadets travelled.
The fee was quite high, but we agreed that he could go without us. Off he flew with the pilot and a few other tourists. From the moment he came back, he didn’t “come back to earth.” He was so excited about what he experienced that we heard about it for days. He talked about seeing dozens of caribou, a grizzly bear and cubs, icy blue glacial ponds, steep cliffs and glaciers, as well as a tent and campfire that he spotted way out in the
Jim Kellum, tells the story of when he was a teen in the Boy Scouts. He learned to survive in the wilderness and how to withstand the cold harsh temperatures. Later on when he was in the armed forces, he and another man were deployed to the Russian tundra to guard a downed bomber. Their instructions were to keep the plane secure from the Russians until help arrived to retrieve the bombs. During the night the weather became unbearably frigid. The wind whipped so hard it was like an icy knife through their bones. The two of them were all alone in this barren snow desert with a small amount of supplies and the continual threat of wolves that inhabited the area. Mr. Jim had to fire warning shots into the darkness to keep them away and to let their presence be made known to the Russians. He said that the only reason that the two of them survived the night was because of the wilderness survival training he was taught in Boy Scouts. Knowing these valuable skills of building a snow shelter, fire, and keeping warm in the worst climates gave me the pleasure of listening to his many exciting stories of the
When I got to the hunting area, I found a bison. BAMM! I shot it and I heard the sound of the bison fall. It made a big thud. I then skinned and cleaned it and cut away the meat. I put the meat in the bag that I brought with me and I filled it with 100 pounds of meat, which was all I could carry. After that, I went back to where the wagon was stationed.
So yesterday we finally made it to Idaho we set up camp and went to sleep early cause tomorrow was going to be a long day… We woke up early in the morning we had breakfast consisting of nothing more than bread and rations we packed up and we were on our way for today. We all knew once we entered Idaho the Shoshoni Indians were going to be close, so Clark and I split up I went up the Lemhi Pass 4 or so miles in we had come across something amazing, the Missouri. After taking a break there for a couple or so minutes I climbed to the top of the Dividing Ridge. What I discovered was heart breaking I called the other guys up and showed them the ginormous mountain ranges ahead of us. Everyone there knew that now either myself and crew
I was sent straight to the front line, to be greeted by death, lots of death. The Tsar now leads the front line, 3 years after he ignored the warnings of Minister Durnovo. As each day passes we continue to bury our comrades below the soil, which we stand nervously on. The most tragic death for me is the death of Nicolai, my lovely brother. He was sent into “No man’s land” with nothing less than his helmet. The 20 others, shared 6 rifles and 17
It was June 18th, 2007 in Trinidad, CA. It was John, Matt, and I on a journey. We were walking through the woods of the Dry Lagoon State Park on the hunt for “The Thing.” We have been researching this thing for a couple years now and we think that we have narrowed it down to where it could be. It was a nice warm day, and the sun was shining through the branches of the tall trees. The birds were chirping, and I could hear the deer snapping the dead branches that lie on the ground. “Did you hear that?” said Matt. “Yeah, what was it?” I responded, pointing to the area the noise came from, “I think it came from over there.” Matt, John, and I slowly approached the spot where the noise was heard. Suddenly John screamed, “Watch out!” then right as I looked over, there was a huge creature, with dark hair and was at least 7 feet tall.
I'm Jeffery the oxe and I recently completed the Oregon trail. In the beginning we started in Saint Louis, Missouri. We were waiting on the field for my food to grow, then I would be free fed.
Thankfully, I had been able to keep myself spoiler free as it relates to “The Deer Hunter.” For a movie with this reputation and fame, I was quite proud of the fact that I hardly knew what it was about, how it ended or even how its famous Russian roulette scene climaxes. I was excited to finally see this movie, in small part because it was the last film I needed to see to have watched every best picture winner from the 1970s. But, to put it bluntly, “The Deer Hunter” disappointed me.
Immediately, as my dad and I was walking to the deer stand, my thoughts were that this hunt already felt like any other night hunt I had ever been on. My dad and I together chose which stand we would hunt from the choices on the board. We arrived at the box stand, which was fifteen feet tall, then we climbed in and got comfortable. In the meantime, we were looking around to find any sign of a deer. Meanwhile, as we were sitting quietly in the stand, we suddenly heard something. We could tell that the noise was something running through the trees extremely fast! Suddenly, there she was, a doe, creeping out from the bushes. At that moment, I was only able to see her head. I was getting so nervous, and I didn 't know what to do; however, my dad told me to stay calm and breathe. As she was walking into the field, stopping along the way to eat, I prepared my gun in order to shoot. My dad told me to take the shot whenever I was ready, so within the next couple of seconds I pulled the trigger. BOOM! She’s down! I had shot her; however, I knew I hit her, but she ran