Nah your not being a “Duq”. LMAO

Yup! When ever I post a pic like that I usually get responses of the legality of retaining beach found tusks. That’s why one must be informed of the rules of keeping such finds as they vary from agency to agency as well as species and such. I am Native American but not Alaska Native and rest assured those ( to be registered in the following time after finding) and all the walrus tusks I’ve ever found are registered/tagged by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. Besides bureaucrats and savvy wildlife cops dig....it seems to be their job.As it should be. LOL

Some info below. To be sure though check with the local USFW office

https://www.fws.gov/alaska/law/pdf/beachfound.pdf

I grew up in DLG and feel fortunate to know that area like the back of my hand. Lots of neat places. Live in ANC now but I’m out on the coast or up the Wood Tikchik area twice a month. Always thought fresh walrus tasted like ripe rank clams.

Good...just check out the link you supplied....overloaded or under maintenance...hmm?


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Must be a joke about alaskan aviation...

To the movies, via Grand Teton and Yellowstone parks. It's hard to top the views I had enroute, but the IMAX movie in town I saw the next day did. Apollo 11.

I don't know if any others in the audience had been making ridge top off airport landings (NOT in the parks, the Centennial Valley, MTV's old stomping grounds ) just a couple hours earlier like I had, with the usual hazards, rocks and badger holes, most seen before committing but not all, requiring a last second change of plans. But when the movie showed during the lunar landing a digital countdown of how many seconds of rocket fuel were left as the descent was made, along with the altitude still left to descend, the rough unexpected terrain the computer had picked out, and then Armstrong takes over and manually flies it and nails it with 14 seconds of go juice left, (all things I knew, but had never seen presented so powerfully) I was rooting for him to say the least. I would have been inconvenienced for a day or so if I had screwed up, big whoop, compared to the pressure Armstrong was under. A ridiculous comparison I know! I kept it to myself (I didn't jump up and go " hell yeah", but it was hard, and I am not ashamed to say I had tears streaming down my face, no shit.

And the earlier launch sequence? With that huge screen and Dolby surround sound? All within a couple days of the 4 th., and also just a few days from the 50 th. anniversary of the event? I hadn't been so moved at the movies since getting to first base while watching Dr. Zhivago with my first girl friend on our first date. It is a gotta see, and I don't mean on Netflix, find a large format screen and prepare to be blown away. I stayed an extra day up there just to see the one showing a day they have (1:00 PM) of it, and am real glad I did. Talk about off airport landings. My rough mid day flight home, dodging thunder cells, was also a bit anticlimactic, again, in comparison.

4th of July week guests and all the kids left on Sunday, so Debbie and I took a quick flight to Gooseberry island to just sit in the sand for a bit.

Very nice! What lake is Gooseberry Island on?

Kurt

north end of Pelican Lake in Crow Wing County. Not far from Breezy Point.

Flying south in Montana's Bitterroot Valley (July 2019)..

Kern Valley fly in last weekend, missed the cub fly in this weekend to head to Washington with friends instead....finding it ironic that it's fly in season now that California is nearly 100F everywhere and my CHTs are crying, but oh well!

BRD wrote:

Loading into the plane on a nice dry dock, startup while still, and then lowering the plane into the water looks like the most satisfying floatplane experience. Compared to the classic push-off, scurry into the pilots seat, start up while you're drifting towards something, etc.

Having done the scramble enough times, I agree with you...

BRD wrote:Having done the scramble enough times, I agree with you...

Is someone outside the plane required to lower you? Or do you have some neat contraption?

Neat contraption... remote key fob for hydraulic lift.

BRD wrote:Neat contraption... remote key fob for hydraulic lift.

Living the freaking dream

Did a round robin flight up the Stillaguamish and Skagit River valleys to Concrete (3W5). Not much going on there, but a nice, scenic flight. On the way home I detoured to Paine Field (KPAE) where the late Paul Allen's Flying Heritage and Combat Armor Museum (FHCAM - try saying that phonetically) is located. They had their Skyfest this weekend and even though it isn't at all backcountry related, seeing a Mosquito, a Spitfire and a Hurricane flying together is pretty darned cool.



My Maule is in the distant background. A local owns this gorgeous Stinson

Sunday - new Cub in the area on Aqua 1900's.

More weekends at L05 with friends

This was fun, Debbie made the Midwest Flyer

I got 1.3 hrs in of almost dead stick ridge soaring, almost as in I would have gradually sunk out with the engine dead, with the 900 RPM (at the prop) I was carrying I was able to hang in there and gain a bit.. I noticed that was .6 GPH, and since I had 16 gallons on board about a 26 hour hour duration in theory! I also noticed for the first time that the 9K+ peak in my backyard, is actually 2.1 miles away.

I got up to 10K and worked it for a half hour, having a close encounter with hawks twice while doing so, then I powered up a bit into the wind and headed into town where the old hang gliding ridge is and spent about 20 minutes working that. I took a couple work related phone calls, never mentioning what I was doing, most of the time a wingspan or two from the ridge, but that's typical soaring maneuvering, that's where the lift is. Saw another hawk very close, might have been the same one all three times, I think it was messing with me.

On the way home, I noticed a Life Flight helicopter about 100' above my altitude, and 50' off to the side, as we passed each other on opposing tracks. One of those "I wonder if he saw me" things. If I wanted I could go down to the hospital and talk to the pilot, but I'm not sure why? Same with the crop duster Sunday, who came out of my 3 o clock, zooming up after his pass prior to starting his turnaround, we got as close as I have ever gotten short of intentional formation flight. Kind of odd to have 2 fly bys within a couple days, and a good reminder to keep scanning for traffic, always.