Bubba Hunt

Most of the time I share some ridiculous adventure that I've survived, but today I'm taking the space to thank all of the folks for their comments. Those brief notes keep me encouraged to keep on with what I do.
I never doctor stuff and try to make it sound "correct", because most of the time I'm not too correct myself.
I do try to find a bit of humor in everyday events that most take for granted.
Recently I was talking to a professor friend at San Francisco State. He read my book, "The Wilderness Trail", and looked at some of my bear and moose hunting adventures that I have on DVD.
With a serious expression, he said, " It's hard for me to understand how you've done all of those things. I know you have done them because you have made movies of them."
I have found that a lot of regular folks have a hard time relating to my lifestyle.
I came to Alaska when I was young so I could live a life of adventure. The old regular American Dream is kool for most, but I never have fit in with normal folks.
I look at life as an opportunity to get out in the wilderness and enjoy the beauty and solitude of wild things.
I get along with the wild critters much better than people. The innocence of nature is much the same as the innocence of a child.
I have spent my 64 years learning the ways of the wild things. I find them much more reliable and predictable than the two legged critters. There are not many rules in the wilderness, but you have to know those rules to survive. Once you learn how wild things co-exist, you find that you too, can fit in to the natural plan.
A lot of people blunder through the woods much the same way they blunder through life, with little respect for anything. Those are usually the ones stomped by a cow moose or mauled by a sow protecting her cubs.
I teach seminars on how to get along in the woods without getting your scalp removed by bears and other animals. I don't claim to know everything, but I am forever amazed at those college-raised biologists that work for the Fish and Game Dept. A lot of their education comes out a textbook written by a bone-head living in a large city.
This summer they tranquilized bears that were "bothering" the fisherman on the upper Kenai River. Then they spray-painted the bears with an orange paint so they could be identified as problem bears.
I guess they never knew that when you mistreat bears, they never forget the abuse. It makes bad bears out of ordinary bears. They will hate humans forever, and will get "even" the first chance they get.
I will never know why they don't close down the upper Kenai during the salmon runs. The bears should be given an opportunity to fish without being bothered by the wanna-be fishermen from the city.
The bears only have a short time to gain enough fat from the salmon to be able to survive the winter. Most of those big city fishermen are fat enough already.
Oh well, I'll get off of my soap box. Trying to fix "stupid" is an operation in futility.
Anyhoo, thanks again for your input to my ramblings. It's always good to hear that I bring a little light in an otherwise confused world. By the way, mother moose and the twins spent the day in my yard. I don't know why the baby moose want to lick my truck, but they do. Every year they lick my truck. I can't complain though, it seems a lot cleaner when they are done. The only problem is mother moose doesn't particularly appreciate me trying to get in it and drive off while the kids are licking it.
I was talking to one of my fishing buddies yesterday and told him I would be over as soon as my truck was done getting licked. He sounded a bit strange after that and told me he could manage without my help.
I didn't have the heart to explain the situation. :)
Bubba Hunt, walking "The Wilderness Trail"