"I was mad!"
That's what they said.
"Maybe I am a little," that's what I said:
All alone out there in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness.
So many things trying to kill you.
Subzero temperatures, the cold.
No hospitals.
No phones.
You get hurt, sick you're on your own.
The animals, the wolverines, the wolves.
They're always hungry.
Hungry country.
I was mad.
That's what they told me.
But I felt need to be far away from society.
I fished.
I hunted.
I chopped wood.
Had fires going all day, all night,
as the danger approached.
You ever see a Teepee,
what it looks like?
There are no locks and bolts.
Anything can easily get inside.
A pack of hungry wolves succeeded.
I was sleeping.
Watching the video was entertaining.
A low fire burning among the darkness.
Then glowing eyes appearing out of it.
Unknown to me,
the hungry wolves were here.
I, deeply asleep, in a dream, without a care.
Have you ever seen a wolf smile?
Nor have I.
Have you ever seen them show fear?
I have.
An easy meal?
Not that night.
Angels watching over me?
Not really.
It's Grandma Jean.
I woke the next morning.
Watched the recording.
"What a thing!
Voices in the flames."
The wolves returned every night that week,
howled and screamed.
And although they must've been hungry,
never again will they enter my Teepee.
I woke one morning.
He must've fallen asleep outside.
The pack gone but for some reason he was left behind.
Have you ever attempted to wake a wolf from deep sleep, from his dreams?
I haven't.
You get the opportunity one day, you try it.
And learn what happens.
I gathered.
I hunted for food.
I fished.
Then I slept.
A pack of wolves came for me.
In the wilderness.
5 dead.
The 6th deeply sleeps outside;
a warning to others, never to come inside.
They thought being all alone out there meant I was vulnerable, weak.
So they sent their wolves after me.
Blind men, really, trying to resist Gravity.
