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Sample words from Mountain Man Lansing and the Wolf Pack
The freeze was down on top of Towner Lansing, stashed into his bunk of blankets and furs from hunting, but nothing furry, or even dense, shut out the howls of the wolf pack often scratching at his door, an open wound still giving off enough odor to call down the gods, never mind a whole pack of wolves at the war of survival in mid-winter. His initial loss of blood must have travelled behind him and directly to the door of his log hut, the hut made of those parts stolen from the forest and raised again to provide his cover and comfort, his home away from home, if you'll take it from me.
Lansing did his best to stem the bleeding, got it under control, fell asleep amid the pile of furs, woke long enough to feed logs into the fireplace, fell back to sleep, the draw of sleep not letting go too easily, the way it clutched at him with paws of its own.
The wolves, though, the whole pack of them, had little quit in their own survival methods, as if practically hurling themselves at the hut door stubborn enough to hold off Heaven and Hell in counter attacks. Though he was secure in that thought, he occasionally fired off a few single rounds to disturb them. He watched them scatter through a safe-cut peep hole, obviously letting in a thrust of cool air, and swapping the scent of blood to the pack.
In one random shot, no particular target on his scope, the mountain man wounded one wolf that fell from the hit, telling Lansing that the wounded critter, in a short time, would become nothing more than food for his "former" mates, the rule of the wounded and the just dead as they are handled in survival instincts. The universal trait took over, all of them, him, the wounded critter, the wolf pack as a whole, knew what was coming, a body torn to shreds to get at the edible parts, survival of the fittest no matter the former association and relativity.
September 4, 2022
Alaskan Brown Bear
“Few things compare to standing in the presence of a large, wild Alaskan Brown Bear. Several years ago, while standing on the bank of the Kanektok River in Alaska with a fly rod in hand, I felt that ancient sixth sense, embedded in all species, come alive. It’s the sudden and unexpected tingle on the back of your neck that makes you realize, without any other sensory explanation, that
you are in the presence of a predator and you may be its prey. It is a feeling that humans rarely experience these days, but on a wild Alaskan river, it could only mean one thing—the presence of a Brown Bear (also known as a Grizzly when found further inland). Upon sensing the presence of this magnificent and frightening creature, I turned slowly to discover that a female bear had emerged from the willows about 50 yards away.
From training, I let out a monotone but dominant, “Whoa Bear!”; this got her attention, although there is no doubt that she had known of my presence for some time given the incredible power of a Brown Bear's olfactory sense. For the next 30 seconds our eyes locked, it felt like an hour. I stood frozen while she considered her next move, ignore me, eat me, run from me, the decision was hers to make... and then without incident, she turned and disappeared back into the deep Alaskan bush. Like a ghost she appeared and like a ghost she vanished, but there was nothing ephemeral about her existence meeting mine. It was in that moment that I experienced all of the emotions and thoughts that come from truly experiencing raw wilderness, and it made me realize how much we need experiences like that to fully comprehend what it means to be alive and what it means to be apart of life on this Earth."
All the best,
Wildlife and Public Lands Attorney - 9/16/2019