The alarm on my phone begins chiming at 5:30 am as the sun fights to light up the sky, waves crash on the beach, and the ocean air fills my lungs.
The early morning hours on a beach in Alaska offer a sense of peace and serenity that can be found in very few places, if only right there. The air is cool, and wind is low, perfect for first light hunting, but we are not hunting. We are over a mile from camp, covered in mud, dripping with sweat, and have dried blood on our hands. It is here when my body begins giving up and my mind realizes what has just happened. It is not coffee I need, a hot breakfast, or even a shower. I need sleep. We have officially been up for 24 hours and working hard for 22 of them…..
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