First I would like to thank all those who offered suggestions and ideas while planning this trip, especially Jeff B “kodiaksalmon” who went above and beyond with information and fly suggestions. He even sent me some examples of personal flies as he has spent many years on the island guiding and fishing. Jeff I am sure you got tired of all my emails but I sincerely appreciate all the time and effort you put in to helping my trip be a success. Now for the report. After several years of dreaming, saving, and planning, my father, brother-in-law and I finally headed out to Kodiak for a week of fishing. I had commercially fished out of Kodiak for a couple of years in the early 90s and I had wanted to go back for quite a while to show my father the beautiful island and the general area that I had worked. The trip was more than we could have ever hoped for. All three of us are trout fisherman at heart so we only had five and six weight gear. Also, the second week of August was as late as we could go due to my work, so it made our decision to target pinks pretty easy. I had met a bear guide who has a remote camp on the NW side of the island (Uganik Bay) when I commercially fished there, so I decided to book a week at is camp to get off the beaten path and hopefully see a few bears. We used his camp as home base but did all of our fishing up the Uganik River which was just across the bay. The week was more than we could have ever expected! The trip started a little auspiciously as we almost missed the last flight out of Anchorage, and while we made it, my luggage did not. So the next morning I went back to pick it up and the bag that had most of my gear in it had literally been destroyed. While it must have been stuck on a conveyer belt or something, it looked like a grizzly had been chewing on it for most of the night. It was absolutely shredded. I picked it up in the middle of the little one room airport (as stuff began falling out of it) and simply asked, “Who’s buying me all new gear?” All the airport workers gathered around in bewilderment as if no one had seen it arrive in this condition (yeah right). One person even asked if a bear got a hold of it. I won’t bore you with the rest of the details, but it is a good thing we arrived a day early so I could head to Mac’s to buy all new gear (waders, bag, boots, fly boxes etc.). We then rented a car and spent the rest of the day driving every road in Kodiak. What a beautiful island! I love it for it’s simplicity as much as for it’s natural beauty and wildlife. The eventful beginning continued as that night I began blowing chunks every hour which lasted for about two days. Apparently the midnight trip to Micky D’s for a handful of cheeseburgers our first night gave me a nice case of food poisoning. The next day we were met by our host and he took us to the marina to hop on a float plane and head out to our camp. After a beautiful flight across the island (where I held all chunks until we landed, thank you very much) we landed in a beautiful bay and unloaded the gear onto the beach in front of an amazing little camp. It was no four-star resort as it is a working bear camp, but it was exactly what we wanted. No electricity and nice dry cabins with wood stoves and lanterns really gave us the remote Alaska feeling, not to mention the out-house that overlooked the bay. It was remote and beautiful. After unpacking and gearing up we headed across the bay and up the Uganik River. While I was still puking quite a bit, I figured I could be sick at camp or lying on the side of the river, so I choose being sick up the river. Heading across the bay and up the river became the routine that we would follow for the next week; along with bears, eagles, bears, pinks, and more bears. As we entered the river from the bay we were always greeted by seven eagles taking off from their perches on the high rocks and trees along the banks, one after the other until it looked like a squadron of fighter jets swarming over our heads. Each day we would stop at a different gravel bar and begin catching fish after fish, interrupted by extended periods of bear watching. While pinks get a pretty poor reputation, we had an absolute blast. They were bright, up to 6 pounds (guessing), fought incredibly hard, and we never got tired of them. If we wanted to change things up we would just down-size and start to target the dollies and bows. The entire time we fished we had our head on a swivel looking for the bears, which we saw literally all day long. There were times when they might pop out of the grass or trees right up or down river from you, but mostly we would watch them work their way up/down the river or along the bank as they did a little fishing of their own. Keep in mind we are out in the middle of no-where in an area where they shoot nine and ten foot trophy bears every year. At one point the first day there were nine bears within 75 yards of us . Needless to say we weren’t doing much fishing as we stood and watched both for our own safety and because we felt like we were standing in the middle of an episode of Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom or a discovery channel show. We actually saw the same couple sows with cubs every single day, and by the end of the week we almost felt like we knew them, as we gave some of them nick-names, and even began to recognize some minor personality traits. I had no idea how mesmerizing the bears would be. Out of the 100+ pictures I took probably 80 of them are of bears. Most of the time they went around us back in the grass or bushes (by 15 yards or so) while we stood in the river as they worked up or down stream, but there were many times we had to reel in our gear, all gather together as they let us know we were in their territory by coming at us, barking or woofing, or shaking their head. No real bluff charges but they did literally run us off a couple of times. Being that close and watching those wild animals in their natural habitat is something I will never, ever forget. In our down time we did a small amount of halibut fishing in the bay (fun when it’s hot, boring when it’s not), explored a bear den, and even did some fly fishing from the deck of a whaler as we cruised around looking for schools of pinks in the bay. One nice thing was that the weather was beautiful the entire week, which isn't always the case. We didn't get rained on once. While the fishing was everything I had hoped for, the scenery and wild-life were more than I could have ever dreamed of. All fish were caught on flies that I tied on a rod that I built; our arms and backs were sore every night. I tied up 15-20 dozen flies for all three of us (and took up my tying gear) but really only needed two different flies, a Joe’s Smolt and a Pink Revolution. I even caught a few pinks on dries. Our cook was amazing, the accommodations and location was fantastic, and our guides were more like friends; it was instantly like we had known them for a long time. Most nights after a great dinner while tying flies, we could get them talking about bear hunts, bear attacks, bad clients, getting weathered in for a week at a time up on a mountain, an alien encounter on moose hunt , taking Boston Whalers around the island during winter storms; half the time we were laughing our heads off, the other half our mouths were wide-open in disbelief. They were absolutely terrific hosts, instructors, and fishing partners. If anyone would like to know who we stayed with “pm” me and I will give you all the info. Besides their bear camp on the Uganik, where you can fish for pinks or silvers, they have another camp that is strictly for silvers and steelhead that is right off the Straights. It was a trip of a life-time, and the greatest part was that I was lucky enough to share it all with my father, the man who taught me how to fish many years ago. We will probably bore our family’s to death with stories for years to come. I know the memories will certainly last me for ever.