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…
head hanging on the wall above it. The natives also told stories about Russian fur trappers who explored the wilderness, and told me how they saw a 10ft tall bear. “ Russian fur trappers were trapping beavers along the river that runs through this forest, when they saw a kodiak bear standing 10ft tall on it’s hind legs. One of the fur trappers raised his rifle, fired a shot, and missed and the bullet hit a tree. The bear ran forward, knocked the rifle out of the hunter’s hands and the trapper drew his knife.” The man running the lodge told me. It was so shocking to hear how a simple trapping trip went so wrong. Then he continued, “ The trapper swiped his knife and cut the bear’s nose, and it growled in rage and killed the three trappers, then ran off into the woods leaving the dead men behind laying motionless in the snow.” The next day was the beginning of the big elk hunt.
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…
ground like a ton of bricks. Sergei congratulated me as we went down the hill. “ Heck of a shot Everhart! Quite the crown on him.’’ Sergei told me. “ I couldn’t have tracked him this far without your expertise.” I replied “ Ahh, you can track flawlessly all day, but if you miss your shot, it does not matter much does it?” He asked. “ No, I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, if you miss.” I said. “ Here, to memorate the kill.” He said. He pulled out a small camera and took three pictures. “ We have a few more hours of light left.” I said. “ Not content with just your elk Brian?” He asked me. “ There is always tomorrow too.” I said. “ I guess you are right.” He replied. Then suddenly, a large deep growl came from the trees. A large bear standing up on it’s hind legs appeared out of nowhere. “ Get down!” Sergei yelled He raised his rifle, and before he got a chance to shoot, the bear swung it’s right paw, and it hit Sergei in the face. He fell to the ground, lying motionless in the snow. The bear turned his head toward me. I drew my knife and I knew that bear was going for me next. I swung my knife as the bear got closer. As I swung my knife one last time, I cut the bear’s nose just like the fur trapper did in the story I heard back at the lodge. I rolled over to the side, then the bear swung it’s paw at me. It barely missed my chest, but I was knocked out cold from fright. The bear roared in rage and then ran off into the woods. Five minutes later, I awoke, and got onto my feet.
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
mad. “ I don’t think this is a coincidence.” I said to Yuri, taking a small sip of coffee. “ What are you talking about, my father’s death was not your fault.” He replied. “ You’re right, Yuri, your father, well, he was a great man. We need to go after this bear, and stop it before it kills anyone else.” I said firmly. I got up, drinking the rest of the coffee I had left in the mug I was using. We got our gear ready for another hunt, but this time, we were after the bear that had killed my guide. We got into a small jeep and drove off into the woods, talking about how we were going to hunt this bear. “ We could kill a wild boar, and use it’s meat for bait.” Yuri suggested. “ Good idea.” I replied. After we got to the snow capped forest, Yuri had killed a boar with a bow he took with him. We knew we could not use a rifle, because it would create too much noise. He then set it on the ground, while I was waiting in a bush. We hid in that bush, then out of nowhere, the same bear came out and started to feast on the wild boar we used as bait. I made a huge mistake, I forgot to use scent to cover up the smell of the lodge that was on my camo clothing. The bear picked up my scent, and got closer to the bush. I got up and took off running into the woods. Yuri ran with me to the jeep. “ I’m going to lead that bear away from the jeep!” I yelled to Yuri. “ Are you crazy, that bear will kill you!” He shouted back. “ You have a long life ahead of you, you are a good friend I don’t want to lose!” I yelled running back into the woods, the bear running after me. My lungs felt like they were on fire, I was breathing hard while the bear was right on my tail. As the bear got closer, I thought I could not outrun it and make it out alive. I ran as fast as I could, then I tripped over a fallen pine tree, the bear looked like a bulldozer plowing through the trees behind me. I grabbed my rifle, loaded a bullet, and pulled the trigger, but the bear was still standing, roaring in my face, it’s bad breath made me sick to the stomach. “ Jammed!” I yelled. My rifle jammed. It must’ve got snow in the barrel when I fell. The bear stood up on it’s hind legs, it’s nose covered in scars where the knife cut. It growled in rage and swiped it’s paw at me, but it nearly missed my red face. I eventually cleaned out the barrel of the rifle I was carrying. I tried again, loaded a bullet, and pulled the trigger. A loud bang rang in my ears and I watched that bear fall to the ground. I have taken down the terror of kodiak island. I heard the jeep come to where the bear had fallen. “ What happened?” Yuri asked. “ This is him, this the bear that ended your father’s life.” I said. I told the whole story of the showdown between me and the bear. We then loaded the bear in the back of the jeep and drove back to the lodge. “ I sure had fun on this elk hunting trip.” I said. “ I’ll have to do this again when elk are in season again.” So I packed my gear into the plane, said my last goodbyes to Yuri and the other hunters in the lodge, and flew back to Ohio. The End.
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