Subconcious Stirrings: Alaskan Moose, By Max Beitzel

A familiar hum filled the air, a comforting reminder that we were only a Super Cub ride away from civilization. But this time was different- the small passenger plane had likely taken off from the small town airport less than 5 miles away from my residence. It has been three weeks now since I have heard that reassuring sound fill the valley floor surrounding our moose camp.