This story, “A Household Hunt for Alaska Brownies,” initially ran nearly 80 years in the past within the July 1947 difficulty. Whereas it’s a traditional instance of household hunt for the time, it additionally reveals how looking ethics have modified because it was printed.
A jinx is a nasty factor for a person to have dogging him when he’s out for giant sport. In 1941, whereas looking on Admiralty and Chichagof Islands in southern Alaska, I knocked down a small brown bear which received away, and I missed a a lot bigger one fully on the final day of the journey.
Now, 5 years later, I used to be out of the Military and again on this nice bruin nation, and already six days had handed with out one among us getting a crack at a bear. What’s extra, it was starting to look as if the jinx had unfold to the assorted members of my household and maybe the journey itself!
Late in April we had set out from Seattle on the 84-foot yacht Onawa for Ketchikan — my father (we name him the Colonel), my spouse Molly, and my two sons: Chambers and Sherman, aged 13 and twelve, respectively. Hassle struck immediately. A gale enveloped us, and the Onawa groaned and trembled like a cinched-up cayuse, turning every part movable the other way up — together with a number of stomachs! Molly would gladly have swapped locations with a carefree meadow lark again residence in South Dakota.
Our diesels stop a number of occasions. Then the plumbing went out of whack. Sherman got here down with the measles. And we received misplaced on the top of the storm, when the night time was blacker than a Halloween cat.
After six days, nonetheless, we lastly did make Ketchikan, the place we picked up Arnold Israelson and Wes Meyers, who had been to information us. Wes, who had arrived in Alaska together with the ice worm, the totem pole, and the Taku wind, informed us he’d need to take it simple, for he’d simply been launched from the hospital. However this suited the Colonel properly — he was practically eighty and had been ordered to hunt with out strolling.
Sherman was nonetheless noticed like a brook trout, and a health care provider suggested us to maintain him abed for a few days extra. Ultimately we received underneath approach for Tenakee Inlet on Chichagof Island.
The Onawa carried two outboard-powered dinghies, plus a pair of canoes. A information and his hunters would journey to the doorway of a slender bay, often towing a canoe with their dinghy. Right here this is able to be anchored or beached, and the occasion would proceed with the canoe, stealing in with the tide. This was an unbeatably silent strategy to the pinnacle of the bay, the place there was all the time a small meadow of from 5 to twenty acres.
You may anticipate finding this open land lush with salt grass within the spring. You may additionally count on brown bears contemporary from hibernation to waste no time getting to those meadows to feed. So that you picked a bit of canopy for a display screen, and sat down behind it on a soggy log or equally moist little bit of moss.
This takes the endurance of a saint and the guts of an murderer, and we went by the ritual for six days — with none of us firing a shot.
This takes the endurance of a saint and the guts of an murderer, and we went by the ritual for six days — with none of us firing a shot. That was why I used to be questioning if my jinx had unfold to the others. Oh, I had taken a luckless crack at a hair seal from the deck of the Onawa. The vary was 500 yards, and I hardly anticipated to gather Alaska’s bounty on the animal.
Spring was a full month delayed, a situation hardly in favor of excellent brownie looking. Arnold and I discovered two toes of snow proper right down to tidewater on our first time out. The bear tracks we got here throughout had been all fairly previous. We did bounce twenty-nine Sitka deer that day, however it was brownies we needed — not these little black-tails.
After 4 fruitless days on Chichagof, we moved throughout Chatham Straight to Whitewater Bay on Admiralty Island. Right here we not less than noticed some sport. The Colonel, Chams — my elder son — and Wes noticed a brown bear working alongside a bit of shoreline, however the rascal ducked into the timber earlier than a shot could possibly be fired. The jinx once more?
That very same night, Arnold and I canoed up the north arm of the bay. This was acquainted territory, for it was right here that I’d missed a grand trophy in 1941. We noticed one previous monitor within the mud.
Nevertheless, issues picked up a little bit on the next day. Sherman and I had simply returned to the Onawa from some thrilling Dolly Varden fishing, once I heard the Colonel yell from the opposite facet of the boat. We dashed round in time to see a feminine brownie ambling alongside a strip of seaside about half a mile away, accompanied by a cub and a yearling. The previous girl was plainly nervous, and shortly shepherded her household into the timber. No try was made to stalk the animals, because it isn’t thought of sporting to shoot a feminine when she has a helpless cub. It was comforting to not less than have a look at bears, although.
“Seeing that little feller jogs my memory of one thing,” Wes stated to the Colonel. “As soon as we picked up two Kodiak cubs for mascots on a ship journey. It received fairly tough sooner or later, and the bears spent lots of time on the rail — heaving. Then one among them fell overboard.” The previous information paused.
“What occurred?” prompted the Colonel.
“Effectively sir, it was the darndest factor I ever noticed. The opposite cub ran to the galley and bit the prepare dinner within the leg to draw consideration. Then the bear jumped in after his pal!”
Chaik Bay was our subsequent cease, and right here I seen one good signal immediately: The meadows had grass that was inexperienced sufficient to curiosity bears! So Sherman and I set off in a dinghy with Arnold for the north arm of the bay. Mergansers, scoters, and harlequin geese had been in every single place. And I used to be stunned to search out loads of robins about after we landed at a high quality meadow. However though we discovered the monitor of an enormous brownie, we had nothing to indicate for ready at that opening within the timber from 10 a.m. to six p.m.
Nevertheless, Chambers, the Colonel, and Wes made out higher. They picked the south arm of Chaik for his or her operations. There was no pleasure till about 3 o’clock, when the Colonel heard a splash to the rear, and turned to discover a bear snooping alongside the seaside. Right here finally was sport!
“No noise!” bade Wes as he ran the boat ashore behind a little bit level. The trio left the craft quietly, climbed the slight rise of the purpose, and peered by a screening cedar. Trotting alongside the seaside was the brownie — headed proper for them!
Chams raised his .30/06 because the animal approached the 100-yard mark. Then he gulped in a giant lungful of air and slowly set free half of it; however the weapon wobbled so, Wes felt he needed to interrupt him.
“Decrease your rifle for a second,” the information stated, “and take it simple. However once you begin, maintain capturing till that bear is down for retains!”
Extra calmly now, Chams lined up his sights and squeezed the set off. On the roar of the .30/06 the brownie was knocked sprawling on the sand. Because the animal rolled over and picked itself up Chams slammed one other bullet into it. However the brownie wasn’t carried out for but. Staggering, it saved coming down the seaside.
4 extra occasions the rifle spoke out sharply, after which the bear lay nonetheless, hit within the neck, behind the shoulder, in each entrance legs, and within the decrease jaw. Chams had missed solely as soon as! His “Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!” broke the sudden silence.
Wes Meyers rapidly skinned out the trophy, a four-year-old brownie of medium dimension. Its pelt was a wealthy chocolate-brown. Later Wes informed me the lad was cooler and dealt with himself higher than 9 out of ten grownup hunters he had taken out.
The occasion then proceeded to the meadow on the head of the bay. Nearly without delay the Colonel noticed a bear within the grass on the far fringe of the opening. However sadly the animal was too distant for him to shoot at and, as I discussed earlier, my father was underneath physician’s orders to hunt with out strolling quite a lot of paces. Reluctantly the trio returned to the Onawa.
After I heard about this final bear, I shouted to Arnold, and in jig time we’d piled right into a canoe and had been paddling with all our energy down the bay, despite the fact that it was fairly late — 8:30 p.m. The canoe had scarcely grated on the seaside earlier than we had been off at a useless run towards the spot the place the brownie had been seen. En route a herd of greater than thirty deer stampeded forward of us with all of the noise of a squadron of cavalry.
Winded and drained, Arnold and I parted the branches of a Sitka spruce — one among a clump projecting into the meadow and peered out by the quilt which had been screening our strategy. The bear had disappeared! Glumly, and desirous about that jinx of mine, I picked out a stand to strive on the following day, after which we went again.
Ten o’clock the next morning discovered Arnold and me prepared and ready on the fringe of the meadow. The wind saved shifting, and at last we determined to maneuver to the center of the meadow to take cowl underneath a big spruce. There we made ourselves comfy and ready for an extended wait.
“I’ll wager that bear reveals up at 3 o’clock,” I stated to Arnold jokingly. Then we forgot in regards to the matter, for deer quickly got here out of the timber to graze, and it was fascinating to look at them from such shut vary. We sat again to again, sometimes sweeping the timberline with our glasses. The solar climbed previous the meridian and started to solid lengthy shadows throughout the meadow. Nonetheless we waited.
Immediately a doe stopped feeding, introduced its head up sharply, and gazed towards the timber. I swung my glasses over the deer simply in time to see a bear emerge from the tangle of satan’s-club, spruce, and cedar.
“Look!” I whispered to Arnold. “A brownie finally!” I snatched a look at my watch. It was two minutes to three.
“It’s an excellent 400 yards,” stated my information. “What do you say we get a little bit nearer ?” This made sense to me. For one factor, I didn’t have a ‘scope sight on my .375 Magnum; and for an additional, I didn’t wish to miss, as I had in 1941. There have been a bear and a jinx at stake!
Hurriedly we shucked off further sweaters and stripped our selves of pointless gear. Then we started the stalk — on our bellies throughout the meadow.
Making the most of each hummock and declivity, we snaked alongside to inside a scant eighty yards of the feeding bear. Ever so fastidiously I sneaked a have a look at bruin. Though it had been broadside to us all throughout the stalk, the animal’s rump was towards me now, and I believed I may see a rubbed place on it. The brownie was solely a 7½-footer, however simply then this hardly mattered.
I nudged Arnold. “How does the pelt look to you?” I whispered. He put his glasses to his eyes and raised up slowly. Then one thing made me take a re-examination, and I wasn’t a second too quickly. Apparently alarmed by our peeping, the bear was simply moving into overdrive for the timber about forty toes away.
Rapidly I threw up the Magnum, and at its roar of authority the brownie swung round and bit itself savagely within the flank. However the animal didn’t go down. As a substitute, it made 4 or 5 jumps towards the timber and was nearly to vanish when my second shot crashed into it. This knocked it flat, however it scrambled up rapidly and was gone.
Arnold was certain I had a useless trophy; nonetheless, I wasn’t any too sure of this. From previous hunts I’d shaped a wholesome respect for bruin’s capacity to soak up punishment. With excessive warning we started to drive our approach by the spiny satan’s-club, wanting over with care all doubtless hiding locations of the bear. We discovered a number of items of bone, and proof that the animal was bleeding at frequent intervals. However after we’d adopted the path for about 600 yards, we determined to stop pushing the brownie. Not to mention, it would quickly stiffen up and lie down. So Arnold and I referred to as it a day, resolving to return and search for my prize on the morrow. My jinx, as far as I used to be involved, nonetheless rode with me.
Early the following morning the 2 of us had simply began throughout the meadow to ward the scene of yesterday’s motion when Arnold occurred to look to the left. There was a brownie working alongside the sting of a spruce thicket, and he hadn’t found us but!
We ducked again into the sting of the timber for a brief convention, after which started a quick stalk, with each the quilt and the wind in our favor. It wasn’t lengthy earlier than we’d crept fairly near the feeding bear, and had simply halted momentarily to try to examine its position-for it was nonetheless screened — when the animal wandered out into the meadow, nearly ninety yards away!
I raised the .375 Magnum, lined up the sights on the brownie’s shoulder, and squeezed. The animal was knocked flat by the terrific impression of the 300-grain bullet. However the bear bounced up rapidly and as soon as once more the rifle roared out, catching it amidships. Bruin was down for retains, however I shot a 3rd time — for jinx insurance coverage. Ultimately I’d licked it!
Immediately the brownie got here proper out into the open. This was my first good have a look at the animal, and it appeared big!
Jubilantly Arnold and I ran over to examine the trophy. It was about the identical dimension because the one Chams had killed, fantastically pelted, although lighter in colour. Arnold started working skinning it, and after we had lugged the pelt again to the dinghy, we got down to path the bear I’d crippled the day earlier than.
It led us straight up a mountain, by the worst mixture of satan’s-club, rock slides, and snow I’ve ever encountered. Although the signal confirmed that the bear had by no means stopped as soon as, trailing it was sluggish work nonetheless, for we needed to assume that our quarry may be hiding behind each boulder and stump. Arnold and I struggled by this dense cowl for a number of miles, and by late afternoon concluded that it was a hopeless job. The animal was bleeding much less and fewer, and was nonetheless going sturdy on the level the place we referred to as it quits. I hated to depart a cripple within the woods, however it did look as if the bear may get better. Wearily we turned again, buoyed up by the information that there was a pleasant pelt in our dinghy.
The Onawa took us again to Chichagof Island the following day, and we dropped anchor in Freshwater Bay. As I used to be nonetheless hoping for a giant brownie, I handed up the seven-footer Arnold discovered for me on the primary afternoon. My father was in favor of turning south at this level, however I pleaded for another hunt. Now that my jinx was licked, I used to be starting to really feel fortunate!
Arnold and I spent an extended and fruit much less ten hours on a meadow, with out ever setting eyes upon something sporting bear hair. For a final hunt, today was actually a washout. At 7:30 p.m. we had been headed again for the yacht, easing alongside in glum silence, and my thoughts was not on bears by this time. Ideas of a scorching supper crammed it fully. Maybe that was why I didn’t see that brownie on shore. However Arnold did and swung the dinghy into a little bit cove.
The phrases had been hardly out of my mouth when three huge wolves appeared, strolling out of the timber.
“I couldn’t see him too properly,” he stated. “However that bear appeared fairly massive to me.” This was indorsement sufficient! With out losing any time the 2 of us started creeping alongside the timber’s edge towards the bear, which was working slowly down the seaside in our path.
Immediately the brownie got here proper out into the open. This was my first good have a look at the animal, and it appeared big! Taking a deep breath and holding it, I squeezed off a shot, which struck the bear within the shoulder and knocked it flat. Regardless of this the brownie regained its toes rapidly. The second bullet slammed into the creature’s center a couple of inches underneath the spine, and once more the bear was greatly surprised by a terrific impression.
For a second or two my quarry lay on its again, toes waving within the air. Then it scrambled up and received going once more. My third shot —a miss — struck the rocks proper in entrance of the bear and turned it towards the timber. However now I had a broadside view of the pinnacle. As coolly as I may, I tightened up on the set off, and earlier than the final echo of the Magnum’s blast had died away, my prize lay nonetheless on the sand.
The nearer we received to that bear, the larger it appeared. Then Arnold was un reeling his tape — proper as much as the 9 foot mark! Collectively we rolled the carcass over, wanting on the pelt. There wasn’t a rubbed mark on it! I had a giant brownie for a trophy finally, and we returned to search out the yacht able to go.
Because the Onawa’s fridge had stopped working, the captain had been obliged to jettison our provide of meats and poultry. This made close by Juneau our subsequent cease — for contemporary provisions. From this level we turned south, towards residence. The Onawa was cruising alongside the mainland now; good black-bear nation. At times we’d cease for a brief hunt, or maybe a strive for salmon or trout. These had been simple, nice days, with loads of lovely surroundings.
At one anchorage the Colonel distinguished himself by hitting a black bear from the deck of the Onawa with the primary shot from his .375 Magnum, even supposing the vary was about 400 yards, and the yacht was swinging on her cable, in addition to rolling with the tide. This occurred at 9 p.m., in order that it was too late to observe the animal, which seemed to be badly wounded.
Nevertheless, we discovered it the following morning — Wes, Arnold, Chams, and I. The bear had traveled solely 1 / 4 of a mile, and Arnold dispatched the cripple with one shot. It was an old-timer, with a bald stomach, and solely three enamel in its mouth.
Farther down the coast, at Port Houghton, I used to be lucky in killing a pleasant black bear, and through our cease at Prince Edward Island Chams bagged one too — a seven-footer, which is a high quality trophy for a thirteen-year-old boy.
There was motion of 1 form or one other all the way in which down the coast, from the chinook salmon that took every part from me however my shirt, proper as much as our final anchorage. The weapons had been cleaned and put away by this time, so that every one of us had been unprepared for any type of capturing. The Colonel and I had been lolling on the rail, after we heard one thing on the shore.
“What’s that?” my father requested.
“Most likely some wolves combating over a bone,” I stated, extra in jest than any factor else. The phrases had been hardly out of my mouth when three huge wolves appeared, strolling out of the timber in single file! The scramble for rifles at this level will need to have been one thing to look at. I couldn’t discover my Magnum immediately, and settled for a .30/06. We had been quickly laying down fairly a barrage across the animals. None of us related, although. The vary was fairly lengthy, for one factor, and the wolves ran up and down the seaside moderately erratically, for an additional. So after firing about twenty photographs we stop. The Onawa weighed anchor, and we headed for residence.
