The Alaskan Experience

"FISH ON!!"I yelled, as my seven weight fly rod bentlooked at that Grizzly, and thought to myself; "Great, I
over and the line played it's magical tune of "zinging inhave three other fishermen on this boat and they all
the rain". It was hard to tell just how big the fish was ormatch the criteria that I had required to fish with in bear
if it was a Rainbow or big Dolly Varden.Hooking a bigcountry. They are all bigger and slower and at this
upper Kenai river trout in fast water doesn't leavepoint- between me and the bear!!" BUT, if we had to
much time for species identification."Hang on to it-we'llgo overboard-I sure wasn't confident that I could
chase it and go land it in some calmer water." saidoutswim these guys. Plus, I had a rod in my hand, a fish
Allen, who was behind the sticks of our 20 foot Willieon the line, and a natural fishermen's instinct- to not
drift boat.We had just entered the Canyon section ofwant to lose my trout!! The bear would certainly pick
the upper Kenai river and while my three otherme, because he would get the bonus of having a trout
compadres fishing with me on the boat had alreadyfor dessert after having his "Fisherman ala Gore-Tex"
hooked some BIG Rainbows and Dollies, I had yet toentree. I guess I shouldn't have been too
catch what I will call a "quality" upper Kenai fish. Thatworried,afterall, Allen wouldn't have wanted to return to
of course means insulting every trout on every otherthe lodge without his "guests"--too much
river in North America, since the eighteen inchpaperwork!!Right?Allen frantically grabbed at the
Rainbows and twenty inch Dolly Vardens I had alreadyanchor rope, while "mama" thrashed about in the
caught were hardly chopped liver!! It's just that I hadwater. Meanwhile the rest of us had that "deer in the
watched numerous twenty-four inch fish caught in theheadlights" look, waiting for either instructions from
morning and listened to Allen comment on how thisAllen-or the voice of God- to tell us what to do next."I
was the best morning of fly fishing he had had on thethink we'll fight this fish somewhere else." Allen said,
upper Kenai this year. Again, don't get me wrong-I waswhile grabbing the oars and pulling us away with
catching my share of fish- but this was the kind of fishHerculean strength.That- is what they call an
I was waiting for.Ziiiiinnnnggggg.I stood up in the front ofunderstatement. Somewhere else indeed!How about
the boat, and Allen gave chase in our wide bellied riverPennsylvania?Mama had done what she had intended,
pursuit vehicle.danger to cub-gone, fishermen white as ghosts, and
I held my rod high and reeled to keep a tight line onBrown bear Peace and tranquility restored to the right
the fish.As we drifted towards the "river right" bank,bank.MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!She turned, and
we heard some crashing in the trees. In my peripheralsplashed back to the shore...I don't know if it was the
vision I saw some movement, but kept my eyes fixedlowering of the anchor that had startled her, or the
on my pulsating rod tip. Allen nonchalantly mentionedbanging of the boat, or the splashing of my Rainbow,
that we had a Brown bear over on our right, kind ofbut we had just witnessed -first hand- how the Grizzly
like a guy mentions seeing a 1957 Chevy.It's neat-butbear protects her cubs in the wild.Pretty much by
nothing to get to crazy about.Keep fishing.Now, I don'tgoing NUTS!!We drifted over to "river left",
know about you, but when I pass within twenty yardsdownstream about another 100 yards, and finally
of meat eating carnivores-I like to give them more thanlanded an exhausted 23 inch FAT Rainbow trout. Of
just a passing glance.Especially, since most of us oncourse, the fish seemed an after thought now as all
the boat were seeing our first Brown/Grizzly bear infive of us checked our waders for "brown spots", but
our lives, and not everyone gets to see a Grizzlyafter all that, it would have made us cry to lose that
when they come to Alaska. Not to mention that anyfish.We all "high fived" each other and still couldn't help
one of us would make a delicious mid day snack for abut looking back upstream--just to make sure "mama"
bear with the munchies.Allen, trying to be thewasn't still angry. Allen said that it was the first time he
consumate Alaskan fishing guide, was trying to pass ithad seen a Brown bear jump into the water like
off as an everyday occurence and make you feel likethat.Really.Then we sat there and all gave our
-"Heck, most of us guides sleep with bears"--but youaccounts of how the scene "went down". It was great
could tell by his watchful back and forth looks--that heto hear everyones reaction and different version of
didn't get to see bears that often.As Allen lowered thethe "thirty five seconds of drama".We took a picture
boat anchor in a nice back eddy, I turned toward theof that fish- which will be forever on be referred to as
fish and got back to the task at hand. Pump, reelthe "Bear Fish", and even though it wasn't the biggest
down, pump, reel down.About that time, I started tofish on that float--it will certainly be the one most
hear some more commotion from the bank, and aboutremembered.There was no picture of the bear-since
the same time as my fish revealed his Rainboweveryone was riveted on the real bear on not the
identity by making an acrobatic leap into the air, I turnedKodak moment.When we got back to our lodge, Allen
to see a bear clawing it's way up a tree.Good, that'stold the story of our Alaskan experience and some of
what I like to see from man eating carnivores!I turnedthe older guides looked at him "sideways" like he might
back at the fish--and then did a double take on thebe working on a good fish story or nickname.I could
bear.OH @%$+ IT WAS A CUB...... and we're notsee it now... "Who you going out with today? Grizzly
talking the kind that play in Chicago!!Faster then I couldGillette? Allen the Bear Slayer?... Of course there were
get the words " it's a cub" out of my mouth, mamafour witnesses that were ready to back him up and it
bear went into protection mode. We all heard brushwasn't exactly like we had said we had seen "bigfoot"
being knocked down like tackling dummies at theor "aliens" for heavens sake!!All in all, I would say we
Chicago Bears training camp and then we sawgot the true Alaskan experience that day. Nice fat
"Mamas" round face,shoulders hunched, claws diggingupper Kenai Rainbow trout and Dolly Vardens on a fly,
in as she made a charge at us towards the bank.Wefalse charged by a Grizzly mom and an unforgettable
all looked over at the same time,and for a briefday in incredible scenery.As the years go on--I am
second, my first thought was: "Oh great, why does thissure the"Bear Fish"will get bigger, the bear will get
have to happen when I have a nice Rainbow on? Icloser(maybe even into the boat!!) and the legend of
hope I don't lose this fish." Of course, sitting twenty"Grizzly Gillette" will grow tall.But not nearly as tall as
yards away in a boat- in the water- gives one athat BEAR!!A.J. Klott
sense of security.A false sense of security.That bearAuthor, writer of fishing humor,and "fly tack"
took to the sky like "superwoman". Paws out and legspeddler.A.J. writes about the people,characters and
flying- without even breaking stride- she was IN THEmodern day events that surround the fishing world. His
WATER.You never saw ten eyeballs get so large infirst book is due out in December of 2005.
your life.I looked at my fish, I looked at Allen, and I