This summer, I had enjoyable times doing a lot of activities. The best was about two months ago when my dad and I decided around 8 p.m. to fly the Copper and Tonsina Rivers to look for bears. We took off and headed straight for the Copper River. My dad told me that instead of flying the Tonsina, and coming back up the Copper and getting blinded by the sun, that we would fly down the Copper toward Chitina and come up the Tonsina. The Tonsina bluff would hide the sun.
As my dad and I descended down about 100ft over the river, we spotted a six-foot grizzly. After watching it run/swim away from us, we made our way down the Copper. Not a mile farther, my dad spotted a bigger grizzly chowing down on a fish. Once it heard us, he stood up and looked, and bolted through the water toward the trees. While flying over I noticed him giving us a smile (not an actual smile but snapping and growling.)
With the sun setting and darkness lying upon us, we decided to head home. My dad and I caught a glimpse of a grizzly bigger than the other two making its way across the river. We landed safely at the hangar.