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Survival In the Alaskan Wilderness

The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick pointing north to direct me to the closest destination when I rise in the morn dawn. To the North one hundred fifty miles to the nearest cabin hoping that it is supplied with stable foods and a warm place to stay until rescued, or south two hundred miles in the other direction where a trapper lives all year round. 

   Over my shoulders I carried my rifle and survival equipment and begin the one hundred fifty-mile hike to the cabin. Walking through spruce, hemlock, and lodge-pole pines and eating a variety of berries. 

   In the morning after the snowstorm, I woke to ski snow-powder steeps. A wolf rested on its haunches, inspecting my unprotected surroundings. I took aim, shot, and missed, and it turned and took off. 

   For days, I had the feeling that someone or something was watching me. I started seeing signs of bear tracings. I was almost out of ammunition for my rifle and decide to make a spear. I looked around for a suitable sturdy tree limb or sapling a few inches taller them me. Using my knife, I fashioned a shelf for the knife creating securing support for the knife and wrapping it tight with rope. 

   I had shot a three-point buck early that morning and dressed it out; when I heard woof, woof, woof, sounds. The brown grizzly bear came down on all fours and started pawing at the ground, then came at me like a freight train.
 
   I wedge the wooden in of the spear between the rock and into the ground. The grizzle charged then stood up rising above me, impelling itself through the heart with the spear killing it instantly. His dead weight slumped falling limp forward on top of me trapping me under. 

   Tired and cold the pain disappeared by the time I amble down the pathway toward the summer cabin in the noon-lit dawn.

1/3/2017
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Borgo Avatar
January 28, 2017 at 1:07 PM
I have always want to visit Alaska who knew you may need a survive guide, great poem 7, Louis.
Nusker Avatar
January 17, 2017 at 12:17 AM
I enjoyed this epic adventure of yours very much. A 7
Hoffman Avatar
January 15, 2017 at 8:48 AM
Great adventurous epic Eve; I didn't want it to end!:) Belated congratulations!:)
Callus Avatar
January 5, 2017 at 1:28 PM
This was one exciting adventure that captured my imagination, Eve!! I would never survive in cold conditions such as these Alaskan ones! Hugs // paul
Roper Avatar
January 6, 2017 at 3:27 PM
Thank you so very much, Paul, I think if left to try we would overcome some way... Hugs Eve
Dietrich Avatar
January 4, 2017 at 3:38 PM
gosh, Eve, you accomplished the epic challenge quite nicely. I can't even attempt this one,so hats off to you. Hope I see it on the winner list!!
Roper Avatar
January 4, 2017 at 6:12 PM
Thank you, Andrea, I didn't think I could do it. Hugs Eve
Vinson Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 10:02 PM
Nice, Eve - and that was a close thing with the bear. Be glad it wasn't a rogue sheep. ; )
Roper Avatar
January 4, 2017 at 6:13 PM
Thank you, Doug, I would have preferred the sheep. Hugs Eve
Green Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 10:05 AM
Wow, this was exciting and heart pounding. Nice escape. :) Really nicely written Eve.
Roper Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 4:08 PM
Thank you so very much, Chris, I got a little carried away and had to delete a few lines.. Hugs Eve
Andresen Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 4:12 AM
- A really great story, Eve - Reminds me of a series I watch on tv "The last frontier" ... (I think it's called) - To live in the wild along with the animals, really impressive - A battle of life and death - a 7 - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Roper Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 4:07 PM
Thank you so very much, Anne-Lise, took me a few days to write the story. I had to do some major editing since Shadow only wanted 30 lines.I enjoyed writing this one.. Hugs Eve
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