GOT TO ANCHORAGE LATE FRIDAY NIGHT AND OVERNIGHTED THERE. GEORGE PICKED ME UP AROUND 10 A.M. SATURDAY MORNING, TO CABELA'S TO GET LICENSE AND BLACK BEAR TAG, WENT BY THE ALASKA FUR EXCHANGE TO VISIT A BIT WITH GOOD FRIEND GUS GILLESPIE. ALMOST 3 YEARS TO THE DAY SINCE HIS BEST FRIEND/MY GOOD FRIEND DON KIRN, FORMER SCI PRESIDENT, PASSED. THEN TO WASILLA TO BUY SUPPLIES AND A LATE LUNCH AT CHEPPO'S (A GREAT MEXICAN FOOD RESTAURANT!), THEN ON TO TRAPPER CREEK. ARRIVED AROUND 3 P.M. AND LEFT FOR THE FIRST HUNT AT 5 P.M. A FEW MILES DOWN BLACKTOP AND GRAVEL ROADS, THEN ONTO A 4 WHEELER FOR A 4 MILE TREK INTO THE ALASKAN BUSH TO A BAIT SITE THAT WAS BEING HIT. VERY NICE SET UP, WITH 30-35 YARD SHOTS AND SOME COVER IN THE TREE STAND WITH CAMO BURLAP. WE WERE SET UP BY 6:15 PM. NOTHING BUT A SQUIRREL UNTIL 10:20 P.M. WHEN A NICE BLACK BEAR COMES IN. I HAD TOLD GEORGE THAT FOR STARTERS I WAS LOOKING FOR A 6 1/2 FOOTER, AND THIS GUY WAS A 5 1/2 FOOTER, MAYBE A 6 FOOTER, NICE BEAR, BEAUTIFUL COAT, BUT IT WAS HIS LUCKY DAY. GOT TO WATCH HIM EATING AND LICKING AWAY FOR 45 MINUTES. IT STARTED TO DRIZZLE AND WE STARTED GETTING READY TO LEAVE AT 11:45 PM. NOTHING ELSE CAME IN. I GOT A NICE PICTURE OF "LUCKY" AND WILL POST IT LATER TODAY.


"ADAPT OR DIE". I USE ALL CAPS, NOT BECAUSE I AM YELLING, BUT BECAUSE IT IS AN OLD HABIT FROM MY ARMY DAYS, PLUS IT IS EASIER TO TYPE AND READ.