The Alaskan Experience

"FISH ON!!"I yelled, as my seven weight fly rod bentyour life.I looked at my fish, I looked at Allen, and I
over and the line played it's magical tune of "zinging inlooked at that Grizzly, and thought to myself; "Great,
the rain". It was hard to tell just how big the fish wasI have three other fishermen on this boat and they
or if it was a Rainbow or big Dolly Varden.Hooking aall match the criteria that I had required to fish with
big upper Kenai river trout in fast water doesn't leavein bear country. They are all bigger and slower and at
much time for species identification."Hang on to it-we'llthis point- between me and the bear!!" BUT, if we
chase it and go land it in some calmer water." saidhad to go overboard-I sure wasn't confident that I
Allen, who was behind the sticks of our 20 foot Williecould outswim these guys. Plus, I had a rod in my
drift boat.We had just entered the Canyon sectionhand, a fish on the line, and a natural fishermen's
of the upper Kenai river and while my three otherinstinct- to not want to lose my trout!! The bear
compadres fishing with me on the boat had alreadywould certainly pick me, because he would get the
hooked some BIG Rainbows and Dollies, I had yet tobonus of having a trout for dessert after having his
catch what I will call a "quality" upper Kenai fish. That"Fisherman ala Gore-Tex" entree. I guess I shouldn't
of course means insulting every trout on every otherhave been too worried,afterall, Allen wouldn't have
river in North America, since the eighteen inchwanted to return to the lodge without his
Rainbows and twenty inch Dolly Vardens I had"guests"--too much paperwork!!Right?Allen frantically
already caught were hardly chopped liver!! It's justgrabbed at the anchor rope, while "mama" thrashed
that I had watched numerous twenty-four inch fishabout in the water. Meanwhile the rest of us had
caught in the morning and listened to Allen commentthat "deer in the headlights" look, waiting for either
on how this was the best morning of fly fishing heinstructions from Allen-or the voice of God- to tell us
had had on the upper Kenai this year. Again, don'twhat to do next."I think we'll fight this fish
get me wrong-I was catching my share of fish- butsomewhere else." Allen said, while grabbing the oars
this was the kind of fish I was waitingand pulling us away with Herculean strength.That- is
for.Ziiiiinnnnggggg.I stood up in the front of the boat,what they call an understatement. Somewhere else
and Allen gave chase in our wide bellied river pursuitindeed!How about Pennsylvania?Mama had done what
vehicle.she had intended, danger to cub-gone, fishermen
I held my rod high and reeled to keep a tight line onwhite as ghosts, and Brown bear Peace and
the fish.As we drifted towards the "river right" bank,tranquility restored to the right bank.MISSION
we heard some crashing in the trees. In myACCOMPLISHED!She turned, and splashed back to
peripheral vision I saw some movement, but kept mythe shore...I don't know if it was the lowering of the
eyes fixed on my pulsating rod tip. Allen nonchalantlyanchor that had startled her, or the banging of the
mentioned that we had a Brown bear over on ourboat, or the splashing of my Rainbow, but we had
right, kind of like a guy mentions seeing a 1957just witnessed -first hand- how the Grizzly bear
Chevy.It's neat-but nothing to get to crazyprotects her cubs in the wild.Pretty much by going
about.Keep fishing.Now, I don't know about you, butNUTS!!We drifted over to "river left", downstream
when I pass within twenty yards of meat eatingabout another 100 yards, and finally landed an
carnivores-I like to give them more than just aexhausted 23 inch FAT Rainbow trout. Of course,
passing glance.Especially, since most of us on thethe fish seemed an after thought now as all five of
boat were seeing our first Brown/Grizzly bear in ourus checked our waders for "brown spots", but after
lives, and not everyone gets to see a Grizzly whenall that, it would have made us cry to lose that
they come to Alaska. Not to mention that any onefish.We all "high fived" each other and still couldn't help
of us would make a delicious mid day snack for abut looking back upstream--just to make sure
bear with the munchies.Allen, trying to be the"mama" wasn't still angry. Allen said that it was the
consumate Alaskan fishing guide, was trying to passfirst time he had seen a Brown bear jump into the
it off as an everyday occurence and make you feelwater like that.Really.Then we sat there and all gave
like -"Heck, most of us guides sleep with bears"--butour accounts of how the scene "went down". It was
you could tell by his watchful back and forthgreat to hear everyones reaction and different
looks--that he didn't get to see bears that often.Asversion of the "thirty five seconds of drama".We
Allen lowered the boat anchor in a nice back eddy, Itook a picture of that fish- which will be forever on
turned toward the fish and got back to the task atbe referred to as the "Bear Fish", and even though it
hand. Pump, reel down, pump, reel down.About thatwasn't the biggest fish on that float--it will certainly
time, I started to hear some more commotion frombe the one most remembered.There was no picture
the bank, and about the same time as my fishof the bear-since everyone was riveted on the real
revealed his Rainbow identity by making an acrobaticbear on not the Kodak moment.When we got back
leap into the air, I turned to see a bear clawing it'sto our lodge, Allen told the story of our Alaskan
way up a tree.Good, that's what I like to see fromexperience and some of the older guides looked at
man eating carnivores!I turned back at the fish--andhim "sideways" like he might be working on a good
then did a double take on the bear.OH @%$+ ITfish story or nickname.I could see it now... "Who you
WAS A CUB...... and we're not talking the kind thatgoing out with today? Grizzly Gillette? Allen the Bear
play in Chicago!!Faster then I could get the words "Slayer?... Of course there were four witnesses that
it's a cub" out of my mouth, mama bear went intowere ready to back him up and it wasn't exactly like
protection mode. We all heard brush being knockedwe had said we had seen "bigfoot" or "aliens" for
down like tackling dummies at the Chicago Bearsheavens sake!!All in all, I would say we got the true
training camp and then we saw "Mamas" roundAlaskan experience that day. Nice fat upper Kenai
face,shoulders hunched, claws digging in as she madeRainbow trout and Dolly Vardens on a fly, false
a charge at us towards the bank.We all looked overcharged by a Grizzly mom and an unforgettable day
at the same time,and for a brief second, my firstin incredible scenery.As the years go on--I am sure
thought was: "Oh great, why does this have tothe"Bear Fish"will get bigger, the bear will get
happen when I have a nice Rainbow on? I hope Icloser(maybe even into the boat!!) and the legend of
don't lose this fish." Of course, sitting twenty yards"Grizzly Gillette" will grow tall.But not nearly as tall as
away in a boat- in the water- gives one a sense ofthat BEAR!!A.J. Klott
security.A false sense of security.That bear took toAuthor, writer of fishing humor,and "fly tack"
the sky like "superwoman". Paws out and legs flying-peddler.A.J. writes about the people,characters and
without even breaking stride- she was IN THEmodern day events that surround the fishing world.
WATER.You never saw ten eyeballs get so large inHis first book is due out in December of 2005.