My wife and I are originally from Cincinnati. However, for the past 30 years, we've traveled

all over North America with our camper and boat and enjoy the beauty and the bounty of this

beautiful continent. We always make it back to Cincinnati for the holidays with our children

and grandchildren, but the rest of the year we spend on the road.

In 1999, we were in a community in Alaska where we liked a salmon fish and to hunt caravou. We always gave 99% of our cats along with two

caribou that we took there once to the locals. The meat was more than we could

eat and the indigenous people appreciated the extra food.

It earned us some lifelong friendships.

You couldn't imagine our joy when on this year one of the young tribe members offered to take us to one of his spots to fish,

a place where few outsiders have ever been.

It demonstrated his trust in us, which was a great honor.

The site was nothing short of amazing.

It was everything our young friend had promised,

and the wide stream nestled between two small mountains and surrounded by woods,

was no deeper than our knees.

The water was crystal clear with a sandy bottom and it was teeming with salmon.

Two other members of the tribe were there when we arrived.

They recognized us and offered a friendly wave.

Eight large bears were also enjoying the abundant salmon, but our friend told us not

to panic.

Don't bother them and they'll leave you alone, he said.

He explained that they too were fishing for salmon and chasing us off would require too much energy and then he said

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