Category: Feature Stories

The Worst Hunter in Alaska – Part II

At the end of part 1 I had just done one of the stupidest things in my whole life. After shooting myself in the leg, I was on and off of crutches for two years or more. I was also in and out of the hospital, undergoing several […]

The Worst Hunter in Alaska

To all of my rabid fans of the ridiculously mundane, here is the epic novel of how this poor northern Minnesota boy became the worst hunter in Alaska. I began reading at a very early age because my mother constantly read to my sister and me. By the […]

Exploring the Kennecott Mines

The Kennecott Mines A group explores the historical mining operations Article by Brian Weed | Photos by Brian Weed and Joe McCabe It all started in the summer of 1900. “Tarantula” Jack Smith and Clarence L. Warner were exploring in the Wrangell Mountains, northeast of Valdez near Kennicott […]

Booty Road – Part II

Walking the Iditarod Trail – The Long Journey to Nome By Denis Douglas As you may recall from the first part of my story , I was walking to Nome following the Iditarod Trail with a goal to raise money for a friend who was diagnosed with a brain […]

The Prince of Wales

They never say much before they go. Being what I am, I don’t say much either. I sit on the farthest reaching log until they and the skiff disappear into the dawn. They are swallowed by the fog that rolls along the water, silencing all it consumes with […]

Brigadier Clitheroe

If you are lucky, very lucky, one, maybe even two people have been paramount in shaping the better side of your life. For many of us that person is often one we looked up to during our impressionable growing up years. In our youth, life develops rapidly around […]

Denis between Iditarod mushers Joe Runyan and Doug Swingley.

Booty Road – The First to Walk the Iditarod Trail

Denis Douglas made it to the Yukon River (Ruby) two days before Iditarod front runners, Joe Runyan and Doug Swingley.   Booty Road – The First to Walk the Iditarod Trail by Denis Douglas   The sun got hotter as I walked, and sweat rolled down my back […]

Connecting Scammon Bay

We circled the village of Scammon Bay, which sprawled across a hillside near the Bering Sea coast. The airstrip looked good for landing the Cessna, but I could see people standing nearby. I wondered why they were waiting there. It was July 1972. I led RCA Alascom’s (part […]

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