being a bush pilot
There are some days that are magic and then there are some days you wonder why you even left the barn. In the summer time you deal with bugs, bugs and more bugs, you rarely see any game as the foliage is to dense, in the fall you have to deal with the huge migration of birds but the colors are stunning with the changing of the leaf color and you can see game. Bison, Moose, Deer, Elk, Wolf, Bear, the odd Caribou and then its winter. The sun comes up late and does not clear the horizon and by 3 oclock its down again. I do not like flying when its minus 40 but in the winter time our work switches to air ambulance and game survey, fortunately its also the time when I get my time off, which gives me time to do my hunting and trapping. I will not deny it the north is not for everyone most pilots use the north as a stepping stone for the airlines. I already had a full carreer with the military and have no desire to fly jets or live in the big city, its nice to go out my back door and have the chance to see any of the above animals on my property. I am not getting any younger and am learning how to be a taxidermist for the day when I can no longer haul freight in and out of an airplane I am good for about 10 more years, buts its been a hell of a ride