Float Plane Fly-In Lunker Pike-Fest!
Lake Alexander, 3 hours drive north of Anchorage, then a 30 minute float-plane flight to this remote backcountry lake. It is absolutely loaded with huge pike. Everyone scored big time, and we slept out in the bush. Tons of mosquitos, and we made the mistake of coming up short two sleeping bags, so it was a long night. Grandpa, Jim, Dominick and Benjamin slept like stacked chord-wood next to each other to stay warm with a sleeping bag under and over us. Grandpa was more than a little creaky the next morning, and commented that the best thing about that night was that it was over.
Tents in the bush with the "bear" necessities. While there were no bears in camp, we saw two on shore when we were fishing in the boats. One walked up to another group camped on the other end of the lake and snatched a large pike off the ground about ten feet from where they standing. These guys from Chile were camped there, and they didn't even see it until it already had the fish. They had a .357 Magnum revolver with them, but did not shoot at it, but rather retreated into the lake and threw rocks at it. According to Tom's friend, Denny, who was with us, a veteran of 35 years in the Alaskan bush, this was a very wise decision, as the .357 would just have pissed it off if they shot it, and then they would have been in real trouble.
Dave will never be the same after a night in the Alaskan bush....Bears, Pike, Mosquitos, Campfires, and our buddy Jack Daniels...he started doing the going-boingo bush dance.
Lake Alexander, 3 hours drive north of Anchorage, then a 30 minute float-plane flight to this remote backcountry lake. It is absolutely loaded with huge pike. Everyone scored big time, and we slept out in the bush. Tons of mosquitos, and we made the mistake of coming up short two sleeping bags, so it was a long night. Grandpa, Jim, Dominick and Benjamin slept like stacked chord-wood next to each other to stay warm with a sleeping bag under and over us. Grandpa was more than a little creaky the next morning, and commented that the best thing about that night was that it was over.
Tents in the bush with the "bear" necessities. While there were no bears in camp, we saw two on shore when we were fishing in the boats. One walked up to another group camped on the other end of the lake and snatched a large pike off the ground about ten feet from where they standing. These guys from Chile were camped there, and they didn't even see it until it already had the fish. They had a .357 Magnum revolver with them, but did not shoot at it, but rather retreated into the lake and threw rocks at it. According to Tom's friend, Denny, who was with us, a veteran of 35 years in the Alaskan bush, this was a very wise decision, as the .357 would just have pissed it off if they shot it, and then they would have been in real trouble.
Dave will never be the same after a night in the Alaskan bush....Bears, Pike, Mosquitos, Campfires, and our buddy Jack Daniels...he started doing the going-boingo bush dance.
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