Yeah, AK Mike, our lynx aren't that big. And your grizzlies easily outgrown ours. And we, of course, don't have any muskox that I know of, and our halibut fishing really, really stinks here. I hooked one the other day; it felt like I was trying to drag up a sodden living room carpet and when I got it in the boat I discovered it was just that, a sodden living room carpet. The junk some people throw in the river! (I once caught a couple silvers -- about 7 lbs. each -- outside Seward. Released 'em, 'cause I didn't have any way to either cook them or bring them home at the time. And that salmon that dangles from the scales down on the Homer spit is one I caught.)

Gnu, come visit. Sorcha's in Wyoming, there's Wyowoman, I'm here in Idaho and so are a couple others, Brucie's in Alberta, and there is the Pacific Coast crowd. From Seattle you can get to Alaska and God alone knows what you'll find Up There. Why, I understand that they all live in igloos, eat odd food, pan for gold, and have to wear mukluks all year around!