Sunday, June 2, 2013

Crooked Creek is clear the Kasilof is clear,  and the Kings are biting,.  Kasilof Kings is the was to go this year.  Time to fish those Kasilog Kings. Bait allowed, hatchery Kings, no wild.
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Season is upon us,  the rivers are thawed, still some ice and snow on the edges.  The Kasilof has the ramp chipped out so you can actually get your boat in.  I have never seen it like this this time of year, the take out at the cabins will open in two days and "T" 's is opening for take out this week end. 
There are fish in the the Kasilof and we will be going on down the river fishing on Thursday and through the week end.

We have seen fish in the river splashing over the rapids just above the hole, so they are there.  Still bait on the Kasilof and Hatchery Kings.

The Kenai is slotted nothing in the 20 to 55" range, no bait and there you go.  We will probably get on the kenai this week end and let you know how the KIngs are running there.

We have been sucessful in the Salt and not too bad a size and not all feeder Kings either. Who knows we might have a pretty good run.  Here is wishin' you tight lines  Halibut are good, they are in a little  larger than last year at this time.  So the Halibut Salmon Combos are on.

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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Kenai and Kasilof River fishing

Time to get going on this Blog.


Hey Seattle check out Sea Tac to Anc air fares for June, Prime early season Kings, Halibut are in, Trout season open,  Trip Advisor  showing June round trip for $194.  We have a couple of rooms the 16th and the 23rd then in July we have the late season kings plus sockeyes, halibut and trout, 8th and the 22nd and 29th, round trip air fare in July is $266.  Call or email us for 6 night lodging, meals and fishing rates for those weeks.  We have limited space and this is too good to pass up.

There are also some great prices from California.

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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Brown Bear on the deck

11/25/2012

I could not figure out why Clyde was barking so wildly and growling at the glass side door.  There was snow on the ground and it was pitch dark.  I flipped on the outdoor light went to the door and was eye to eye with a Brown Bear.  Never having been that close to a bear, I was unsure of what would happen next.   My mind was racing on whether he would try to come through the glass. I knew they could break out car windows and I had just read a news article about Brown Bears in Anchorage ripping up metal garage doors. I reached forward and locked the door for all the good that would do.  The guns were too far away to do any good, if I ran for a gun would he come through the door glass?  I decided to stand my ground.  He simply tried to stare me down. He showded no concern but we all know who was really in charge.  After a while he simply looked away, ambled off the deck and went down the stairs to the lower level.  I immediately went around and locked all the doors.  I simply do not have enough guns for all the doors. 

In the next couple of days we did a complete survey of the grounds checking under anything he might want to den up in.  I waited to check out the unfinished garage addition until I was fully locked and loaded.  Then we had another snow and checked again for any bear prints.  I was not anxious to go out and get in the car in an unfinished garage with no door.  But then, apparently a door makes no difference to a Brown Bear.

Clyde the Lodge Dog Lost in the Snow

2/17/2011

What a night, six o'clock dark of course and it has been snowing for days.  Clyde wants out, standing at the door, OK, there you go.  Phone rings, taking care of business,  I am on the phone and off in about 15 to 20 min. where is Clyde?  He is always back at the door, I check the side door, turn on the lights, check the front door, and call go back to the other door and call.  Oh, Me, Oh my, No black streak comes running around the side of the house, wiggling all over.  Where is he.  I go out the back door and call.  I keep this up for about an hour.  Then the yard is searched.  Then I am back in the Lodge, checking every room, checking every door.  Where is he.

He is always here, where can he be.  It is snowing pretty hard.  I'll go drive around,  I drive all around the Lodge, by the boats, by the new cabin on the upper road, I check under the fish house, I check in the fish house, I check in the cabin, under the cabin.  I know he couldn't have gotten in the Cabin or fish house, but. I drive up and down the highway looking for any sign of him.  No luck.  He has never gone away or on the highway.  Maybe someone stole him, no no other tracks in the snow.  Maybe he is in the Hen house, no.  I shine the flash light down at the creek, my fear that he fell through the ice.  I see no tracks no sign. So I check Kevin's Jeep, maybe he got in when Kevin came home.  I knock on his door.  He immediately cones to help.  He walks the whole place shines the light.  I call and hear a dog bark in the distance, sounds like the neighbor's dog down the way. 
I say,listen, what is that, I call a dog barks.  Lets go look.
We drive up and down every drive way, calling.  No dogs barking, no dogs answering.  Finally we give up and come home.  I make up a lost dog poster, sit, call, worry, afraid he fell through the ice.  I get the car and drive to point the lights on the creek, I run into the side porch in the dark wiggling between the hen house and porch.  I am calling again.  A dog answers,  I grab the car drive up towards the cabin, towards the sound, get out call, he answers, drive another 50 feet, stop turn off the car, call.  He answers, now I am sure it is him.  I have to go on the highway.  Drive 150 feet, stop turn it off, call hear him, another 150 feet, then a couple of more times, turn around come back.  I now have figured out where the sound is from and I go down the neighbors driveway for the third time. Stop call, another 50 feet. get out call.  I hear him crying, oh, my oh me, he must be moose stomped.  I am running through the snow half way up my legs, stepping on limbs that are breaking,  I hear him.  Oh, my what will I do, I can't carry him, maybe he is caught in something.  I tell him I will be back, quick get Kevin.  He comes, we get over there again,  I have a screw driver, the pliers, a knife, a cutter and a large table cloth to carry him on.  I call, no answer, then I hear a branch brushed in the woods, in the brush, shine the light, it hits something shiny in the tree.  Kevin grabs the flashlight and takes off, Here he has the flashlight again and I am in the dark! 
Kevin is now yelling, XXO"## and more,  And he is yelling at Clyde to hold still.  I am trying to find my way, I ca't even see his light, in a moment Clyde comes limping out and Kevin is still swearing, he has a huge metal leg trap in his hand.  We get Clyde in the car.  He has been out in the snow and cold caught in a trap for over 7 hours.  His foot was in the trap and he stinks so bad I almost throw up.  It is the bait from the bait from the trap.  Clyde was apparently lured by the odor of the bait.  The neighbor it turns out wanted to trap dogs.  Although he has never seen one on his property.  Clyde was trapped 200 feet off our property.  I do not know how I ever found him.  A trip to the vet, some frost bite on his foot, an abrasion and we can't really tell if his foot has any broken bones but a little antibiotic, some pain meds and he is walking on his foot off an on within 3 days, now he seems fine.   http://www.adn.com/2010/11/29/1578956/walking-the-dog-take-a-trap-opener.html    Here is a site that talks about the problem in our area.  It ends up Kevin was worried about traps all along, someone had been talking about it.  The neighbor told me at least he didn't use a snare trap.  Those will tear a dogs foot off.

Tustumena 200 Sled Dog Race

Posted on 1/29/2011

In the dark I begin to hear bells chiming softly in the distance, they are getting  louder and still louder.  Am I dreaming?  I can't see anything, then I feel a wet nose poking me from the side of the bed. Clyde believes I set the alarm for a reason, to let him out.

OMG, it is race day?  Alea Roberson is running the Jr. 200 and will be wanting her breakfast to stoke her fire.   This is the 3rd year she has been here to run the race, I can see that her determination is building each year.  She is only 15 and needs this race for qualifying miles for the Iditarod.  This will be here first year for the Jr. Iditarod.  I simply have to get out of bed. 

Alea is off without a hitch headed down to the race start just a couple of thousand feet down the road.  She is determined that she will be ready to go when her number is called.  Booting her dogs is always a chalenge, her mom is along as her handler.

Added later-  Alea came back to the lodge with the biggest smile and a shy little duck of the head, she is such a small thing, hard to picture her behind the sled.  Wow she came in 2nd in the Jr Tustumena, only 5 seconds behind Dallas Seavey. Those Seaveys,  Dave just won the Yukon Quest as a rookie, not two days ago.  Way to go Dave, Way to go Dallas, Way to go Alea!!

Owl in the HenHouse

Originally Posted 1/28/2011

Oh my, Oh me, feeding chickens in the Alaska winter dark is hard enough. 
Trudging out to the Hen House, oh no, the flood light has blown out again.  What is that a rabbit running across the Hen House yard?  No too much noise, no light, just a little from the open hen house door,  Oh, my is it a hawk, an eagle, oh my, what a large Owl,  now it is flopping with its wings spread out, must be six foot span at least.  Now it is hanging from the Chain link fence, shut the little door so it doesn't get in the Hen House, no feathers on the snow.  That is a very good sign. 
I need to get help,  Kevin, Help, Owl in the Hen house yard.  I gear up, coat, gloves,scissors to cut the net and a flash light, We trudge back out through the snow.  When we get there Kevin takes the flashlight, how does he always end up with the flash light.  We hatch a plan, the Owl is now hanging upside down from the fish net that covers the yard.  I go down to the lower patio to get a long handled fish net.  Neither one of us want to do battle with that hooked beak and thrashing wings.  Plus I have heard they see in the dark, I used to think they only came out at night, but Alaska living has proven that wrong.  So I trudge back up the drive with the net and Kevin calls out that the Owl is out, it got back up the fence in the correct corner and got out the hole it got in.  Can't see it in any of the trees, it must have flown off.  I trust this was enough of hassle to keep it out in the future.  So much for excitement in Alaska, enough for one night.  Time to go watch Sherlock Holmes on Netflix!