{"id":72,"date":"2011-10-20T12:39:53","date_gmt":"2011-10-20T17:39:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandfotoblog.com\/2011\/10\/20\/there-are-strange-things-done-in-the-land-of-the-midnight-sun-2\/"},"modified":"2013-03-07T18:37:49","modified_gmt":"2013-03-08T00:37:49","slug":"there-are-strange-things-done-in-the-land-of-the-midnight-sun-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kandfoto.com\/blog\/there-are-strange-things-done-in-the-land-of-the-midnight-sun-2\/","title":{"rendered":"There are Strange Things Done in the Land of the Midnight Sun!"},"content":{"rendered":"

“There are strange things done in the land of the midnight sun by the men who fish for trout;<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

\u00a0The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run out;\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

The Northern Lights have seen strange sights, but the strangest they ever did see<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

was the night on the marge of the Bearclaw Lodge, I shot some imagery.”<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

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Thus begins my adventures of “wild” Alaska . . .<\/p>\n

And, for me, that statement holds true. I have surpassed anything that I thought I was capable of accomplishing. I flew to Alaska Trophy Adventures on a very small plane, landed above the lodge on a homemade landing strip. I rode Cat 3 rapids up and down a raging river, hiked in several miles through current laden streams to photograph the Coastal Brown Bears. And, I flew out on a floatplane from one of the more remote areas of Southwestern Alaska, in Katmai National Park.<\/p>\n

I spent three days photographing along the Alagnak Wild River, a river rich in cultural history, physical beauty, and natural resources, spawning a diverse population of fish and wildlife, about 79 miles long spilling into Bristol Bay, in southwestern Alaska. This river is managed by the National Park Service according to the provisions of the National Wild and Scenic Rivers Act of 1968.<\/p>\n

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Its spawning time for the Sockeyes and the Silvers so where the salmon are so are the coastal brown bears and so are the fly fishermen, and one in particular, Jim Heimer.<\/p>\n

We landed in King Salmon amist a fog that had rolled in from Bristol Bay. Charlie, owner of Alaskan Trophy Adventures, arrived to pick us up and fly us across the terra nova tundra of Katmai National Park in his very small plane. When I saw the plane (not a float plane), I immediately asked him how we were going to land. With a twinkle in his eye and a big grin, he replied that he had a small “airport” behind his lodge. Oh, okay . . . but how many pounds can this plane hold . . . 900 lbs.\u00a0\u00a0Let’s just say that between Jim, Charlie and I plus the luggage, we would be cutting it close. For all my anxiety, it was a pleasant jot to Alaskan Trophy Adventures<\/a>. An eco-friendly sustainable lodge that is located on scenic Alagnak River in Katmai National Park.<\/p>\n

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Our VIP Cabin at Alaskan Trophy Adventures<\/p><\/div>\n

We were assigned to the VIP cabin with an ATV as transportation to and from the main lodge area. It\u2019s the poster child for remote wildness. They told us to shout, \u201cGo Away Bear\u201d when we left the cabin just in case a bear was lurking nearby or on the deck! However, the two very large English (special breed) yellow Labs, named Winston and Kodiak, were the official canine alarm system. They would bark when bears or wolves were in the vicinity.<\/p>\n

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There was an international crowd at the lodge, most for bear viewing. The guy from Pakistan and Jim were the only ones fly fishing. I met two other photogs, which, like myself, where there to photograph the bears. Claudia, Arla and I had interesting conversations every night around cocktails and dinner mostly centered on photography. I enjoyed their company both in the field as well as at breakfast and dinner.<\/p>\n

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First Day on the River<\/span><\/h2>\n

I went out with John Hyde, a professional photographer from Juneau, and our guide in a small jet-powered boat. We explored the Alagnak downstream just letting the current carry us through a meandering maze of rocks, rapids, calm waters, and shallows in search of the Coastal Brown Bear, Ursus arctos horribilis<\/em>. Brown bears found inland and in mountainous habitats are called \u201cgrizzlies\u201d while brown bears living in coastal areas are called coastal brown bears. Often you hear brown bears called \u201cKodiak\u201d bears, which are a subspecies of the brown bear and isolated to Kodiak Island in Alaska. Because of the abundance of food available in the coastal areas, the coastal brown bears are much larger in size than a grizzly. <\/span><\/p>\n

Our only bear viewing that day was a large male making his way across the tundra. We spotted the bear crossing as we made the bend in the river coming upstream. Of course the bear scambled up the 15 foot embankment with ease as soon as he made landfall. John and the guide, slipping and sliding up the embankment (it had rained the night before), managed to follow the bear. They asked if I wanted to come and I declined after seeing the struggle that John went through. However, as I sat in the boat, with it tied to a tree trunk, and the current keeping a tight grip on the rope, I thought of a safety issue that might present itself . . . how would I drive the boat if it broke its anchor? But a more dire consequences went running through my head when I thought of the movie, “Grizzly,” where the bear doubled back. No that wouldn’t happen! Attacked by a bear or stuck in a runaway boat down a raging river with big boulders in the pathway.<\/span><\/p>\n

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We did encounter several bald eagles, Haliaeetus leucocephalus<\/em>. This bird, as it soared in the sky above, made me realize just what defines this majestic symbol of the United States. The bald eagle represents freedom, and in wild Alaska, the last frontier, you can truly experience that freedom.<\/p>\n

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In the early morning hours at one of the first battles of the Revolution, the noise of war awoke the bald eagles. They flew from their nests, circling high above and crying out over the heads of the men that were fighting. \u201cThe eagles are shrieking for freedom,\u201d shouted the patriots<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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Hitting the Mother Lode<\/span><\/h2>\n

It took about an hour up a raging wild river through a large canyon, to Lake Kukaklek. Our destination was a small river with swift water running through it, and loaded with sockeye salmon. Where the salmon spawn is where the bears are.<\/p>\n

Getting there was another story . . . the Alegnak Wild River canyon narrows, which produce Cat 3 rapids. And, according to our guide, Patrick, it can be quite dangerous without a jet-powered boat to navigate around the large boulders just below the surface. But, more important, you need an experienced river runner, like Patrick, who knows the most dangerous spots in the river and how to maneuver through the rapids. One concern of Patrick’s is a formidable glare caused by the water and the position of the sun in the late afternoon. It renders the boulders almost invisible. So it was always imperative that we made our way back to the lodge by mid afternoon.<\/p>\n

We anchored the boat and made our way upstream, fighting the current on foot, carrying tripods and camera equipment through the braided headwaters of a small river, appropriate named, \u201cBear River.\u201d Well, that’s what the owner of Alaska Trophy Adventures called it.<\/p>\n

As I rounded the bend in a meandering elbow, my excitement abated into fear when first my eyes laid on several large brown bears fishing for sockeye salmon not more than 60 feet away.<\/p>\n

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Coastal Brown Bear surveying the river for salmon – Alaska<\/p><\/div>\n

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Coastal Grizzly catching a Sockeye Salmon on Lake Kukaklek Lake<\/p><\/div>\n

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Photographers and bear in southwestern Alaska<\/p><\/div>\n

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Coastal Brown cruising the river – southwestern Alaska<\/p><\/div>\n

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We shot on a small island for a few hours while the bears made their way fishing upstream and downstream, occasionally stopping to watch us and sniffing the air. Light became too harsh so we decided to move upstream to get a better angle and better light. Of course moving upstream meant sharing the water with a 900 lb brown bear. The idea is to move slowly and quietly, well as quietly as you can, albeit in fishing waders and \u201cFrankenstein\u201d boots against a strong current (does make for a good workout though) with a river bottom littered in an assortment of various sized rocks. We found a great spot\u2014setting up tripods\u00a0in water, mounting the 500mm lens, and firing away. We used the riverbank to support our “rear ends.” Of course, it was a little daunting to have our backs to the bear trails.<\/p>\n

As we headed back to the boat, we had a slightly scary incident when a \u201cteenage\u201d brown bear stopped fishing, stood on his hind legs, sniffing the air and throwing his jowls around all the while staring us down. The guide quietly had us stop, bunch together, and look straight at the bear. I thought what an opportunity to get the bear in a threat posture standing up. Just as I pulled my camera, ever so slowly, into the shooting mode, the guide told me to “stand down.” So for several frightful moments we had the infamous standoff at the \u201cOK Corral.\u201d But out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Bear saw a nice salmon and went back to fishing. He figured it was much more tasty than a bunch of odd shaped things in Frankenstein boots.<\/p>\n

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Side Note: the check mark is NOT a link to a “missed\/loss” shot but a count of how many lost opportunities of great shots.<\/h3>\n
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An Encounter with Mother Grizzly and her Two Cubs<\/span><\/h2>\n

The highlight of the trip\u2014 mother bear proudly allowed us to spend time with her cubs. It was amazing to watch her fish while her clubs played and slept nearby. She watched us with caution but still continued to fish right in front of us. I couldn’t believe just how close we were to the sow. In most cases, we were only about 30-50 feet away.<\/p>\n

She watches the river from an advantage point on the bank. When she spotted her prey, she pounced in with a large leap in a thunderous splash of water and foam, for the death grip with the salmon firmly in her teeth.<\/p>\n

Our guides, who were armed, told us that this was the first time she allowed her cubs out when humans were around.<\/p>\n

Because of the abundance of food, the bears do not seem to mind the present of humans. However, they are the largest land based predator of North America so it goes without saying that there are rules to follow . . . strict rules for photographing bears on the border of Katmai National Park.<\/p>\n

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