A few weeks ago I talked with Josh down in Kenai, and he invited me to come down and fly over to the west side of Cook Inlet for some bear hunting and king fishing. Friday couldn't come soon enough.
I headed down to Soldotna, making a stop off in camp to say hello and grill up some steaks. I met Josh at the Soldotna airport around 7:30 and we were airborne not long after.
Josh flys his Super Cub to the west side pretty much every chance he gets, and often hangs out at a cabin there. It doesn't take too long to understand why.
I havn't been to the west side since Spring 2010 when Justin and I went over very near to where Josh and Iwere this weekend and did some crust skiing on the Kustatan River and the big swamps that cover the area.
Although there is oil and gas infrastructure along the coast of the west side, the area is largely unihabitated and visited only by those with wings to get there.
|The final bend of the Kenai River as it flows into Cook Inlet. On the right bank is downtown Kenai.|
|Iliamna appears to have some steam coming from it's top, though they're just clouds.|
|Redoubt, shrouded in lenticulars.|
It doesn't take long to remember that very little stands in the way of stranding here, and between the bugs and the bears, one gets the impression quickly that there's not much on the west side that doesn't want to chew on you or your stuff.
We hung out at the cabin for a while, which site on a ridge in the middle of 1.000s of acres of swamp overlooking a shallow lake.
After a bit we hopped into the mud boat, a small jon boat with a mud motor for navagating the shallow reedy waters of the lake.
We headed a ways away from the cabin througha series of narrow channels before reaching a beaver lodge a short distance from a ridge. The lodge was a perfect blind and rest to mount the rifle.
|Sitting behind the lodge, we watched 3 hawks diving into the reeds, presumably after fish.|
Stupidly, I had not been fully braced for the kick back of the 30.06, and was a bit disoriented.
The bear charged in a straightline in the direction he had been facing full-speed. Josh, who had a .357 for backup, as sometime the bears are known to instead run at the shooter, stood up and fired 2 rounds, though none made contact as the bear disapeared into some high grass 25 yards from where he had been when I pulled the trigger.
The bear had made no movement to indicate that it had been hit, and had apparently just run at full speed, frietened by the gunfire. Josh and I were convinced I'd missed, and as I thought about it, I determined that I did not have a good grip pon the stock, causing the gun to lift slightly when fired, likley causing the bullet to go over the bear's back.
We decided to give it 5 minutes just in case, and then go to the scene and look for any blood.
While we talked, the beavers living in the lodge were grunting up a storm and were not too pleased with our activities.
When we got to where the bear had been standing, we found nothing, no fur, no blood. We decided to take a walk toward where the bear had disapeared. We made it to about where he had disapeared when Josh froze, raised his gun and started rapidly calling "Hey bear!"
Just 25 yards down the game trail, the bear was balled up and dead.
|Photo courtesy of J.O.|
|Josh gets to it with the knife.|
|Slow sunset dressing out the bear.|
|We didn't make it back to the cabin until late. /This was taken around 2:30 after eating some of the bear and calling it a night.|
|Flying low along the river.|
|White sand beaches in Alaska.|
|Back at the cabin, we went for a walk about, and only a 1/2 mile away found the remains of a calf. Hard to say what the cause was for sure..|
|The cabin. Note that the stair fold up onto the deck and all the windows are set high. Without these measures bears will break in.|
|On the way home, Josh stayed low along the beach. I loved this shot of the lonely skiff. It's a long boat ride in that boat across the Inlet.|
|Trading Bay Production Facility.|
|One of the many Inlet platforms.|
|From left, the Tesoro Refinery, the LNG plant with a filling tanker, and the closed fertilizer plant in Nikiski.|