by Stan Sinclair | Sep 2, 2022
One of the scariest nights I have ever spent was in a small, fenced-in camp in Balule, South Africa, on the southern banks of the Olifants River in Kruger National Park. At night you can hear the lions roar from as far as five miles away – it’s an AWESOME sound.
by Stan Sinclair | Aug 26, 2022
A wall of calving glacier sheared off and a chunk the size of Walmart thundered into the ocean creating a wave over twenty feet high! We’d been anchored in a place called Three Hole Bay for the past 5 days after throwing a bearing in the motor 40 miles out at sea. Our...
by Stan Sinclair | Aug 19, 2022
We’d been clamming across from Redoubt for two days and it was time to pack up our gear and head several hours over to Seward. We were going to go halibut fishing on my friend, Ralph’s 28 foot Bayliner cabin cruiser for two days out of Resurrection Bay. The cruiser was fittingly called the “Think or Thwim”, the same name as his father’s commercial fishing boat I worked on out of Bristol Bay, Alaska in 1985.
by Stan Sinclair | Aug 12, 2022
“The sound was like two rocks grinding together as the bear drug his canines across my scalp.” ~ Brown Bear Attack Survivor Wild bears are scary – period. They are not the well-kept, docile bears you find at the zoo that pace back and forth in their enclosure, waiting...
by Stan Sinclair | Aug 5, 2022
In July of 2009, a friend and I were camped not far from a salmon hot spot near Cooper’s Landing, Alaska, on the Kenai Peninsula. We’d just stowed our portable gas grill and were unpacking our sleeping bags for the night when an ambulance came flying by, sirens wailing. I looked at my friend, who cocked his eyebrows as he said, “Either there’s been a wreck, or someone got hammered by a bear.”
by Stan Sinclair | Jul 29, 2022
I spent most of my days after school and in the summers exploring the mountainside where we lived. That’s where I came alive. It’s where I learned to hear God speak to me. I didn’t have to compare myself with anyone; I could be whoever I wanted to be and always be the best at it. I wore hiking boots, ragged blue jeans, and a flannel shirt, and carried my BB gun, a pocket knife, and a hand-drawn hunting license I pinned to my back just to prove I belonged in this wilderness environment.