On the lower Kenai River, where Dillon Kimple and I fished for silver salmon Tuesday morning, only two other boats were within shouting distance, and nobody was shouting.
For two hours, no one caught anything but an occasional hapless pink salmon.
This time of year, the harvest season, is my favorite. There's something about putting away food for the winter that makes me feel happy, secure and satisfied.
We Alaskans are fortunate to have the opportunity to harvest many wild foods.
There are two kinds of fishermen: those who fish, and those who fuss. Take your fussers. Please. Fussers are people who spend much of their lives messing with bait, tackle and petty details instead of having their lines in the water, fishing.
Wild berry season has arrived on the Kenai National Wildlife Refuge. Bears enjoy big clusters of devil's club and mountain ash berries, while robins and thrushes devour red elderberries. Wildlife and humans alike enjoy blueberries and cranberries.
Having the opportunity to become a park ranger for the summer at the Kenai National Wildlife Refuge has been a truly unique experience. Talking one-on-one with fellow Alaskans as well as visitors hailing from Germany to Georgia, and everywhere in between, has been incredibly informative. One of the ...
The dictionary that hides in my Mac says “feisty” means “having or showing exuberance and strong determination.” That’s a fitting description of the chum salmon (Oncorhynchus keta), the feistiest of the five species of Pacific salmon in Alaskan waters.
My first run-in with a chum came in t...