Kraken

Oleg, whatever happened to the West Rib? I'll be on that route in May and I think I have a great partner lined up already. Could use a third though...

oh its cuz i didn't put http. Here it is again: http://www.alaskaoutdoorclub.com

hey man i checked the site. They are selling the Turbos for 39. Not bad anyway

Props on your squirrel kill Arch. No mercy!

i hope you made that up...that is friggin awesome! You are a modern day Shakespeare S Thompson!

hah, i like fonspa's idea. It has been about a week since I shot the last one and I haven't heard a peep from one since. The gun is still loaded by the door though.

thank god i'm not in the bayou (sp?)

I'm just confused overall...

Just put the website up. It isn't totally done, but it's up and running. Simple design, kinda neat though, www.alaskaoutdoorclub.com

Ahhhh! The real ice is only a few months away, I can't wait to use my new Bionics

The Alaska Mountain Forum is now back online. Enjoy.

no one's asked yet...so uh...do you have any pictures?

I need a pet owl up here to deal with my squirrel problem!

I just killed another one. This one was actually really unique. I heard him out there so I ran out and he was about 35 feet away. He ran to the top of a tree and when I shot him, he jumped about 10 feet through the air really quickly and flopped around on a branch. He then dropped 30 feet to the last branch on the tree and hung there dying. I then unloaded round number 2 into him and he dropped like a paperweight. I also ran over one on the road the other day. That makes 6 confirmed kills in the last 4 days. ...

if you want extreme for all weather, I'd go with like a -15 or something. Check out Marmot's sleeping bags. I have a zero that I use when i'm there in the winter and I just bought a Marmot Cwm, a -40 bag for Denali this upcoming spring.

yeah it will be back. I was talking to Kelsey, and he said that the servers are being dicks and they aren't getting back to him. AMF is going strong, it will be back with a vengance. It is starting to really take off actually. We have some really big local climbers (Charlie Sassarra (first winter ascent of the west rib on denali, climbed with jack tackle, etc)) who are posting on it. It's nice to watch it grow. It will be back soon

Yes Marie, it's the same as Camp Muir, you kinda have to register at the guide office. It's not a big deal, I looked into it.

this sounds like chris mcCandles who went into denali national park and did the same thing in the early 90s. Oh, just saw several others commented on that same thing. Weird though. Just goes to show you that intelligence isn't everything...common sense always wins.

PS...I'd never 'havahart' for a squirrel. I'd always choose cold hard murder. I've acquired a bloodthirst for those tree dwelling vermine. Some people tell me I need to stop killing the squirrels. My response to all of this is simple... I will stop killing the squirrels when they stop living!

HAHAHAHA I just got another! This kill was quite easy. I was sitting in my living room watching TV and eating dinner. I saw a rustling in the trees and ran for my gun. The bastard ran to the tree right out of my window and I unloaded right into his face. He was dead before he hit the ground. 4 squirrels in one day...that's a record I never even thought possible.

wow, that's a cool shot!

Yeah I don't know what's going on, the images just aren't working. I'm not doing anything that I haven't always done, maybe it's a server thing. Update: A fourth snaffle came around, but was still a little out of range. I took three pot shots but never hit the intended target. He'll be back though.

hmm, seriously though, what's up with that. I used the little image button below. Weird.

why aren't the images working?

I live in a nice privately owned condo in Anchorage, Alaska. We have a beautiful view of the Chugach mountains to the east and the downtown to our west. We frequently get moose walking through our neighborhood along with the countless seed eater birds, ravens, and the occasional eagle. What we have in plenty though are squirrels...snaffles for those on this board. Unlike many other places in the world, the snaffle of Alaska origin prefers to nest in places other than trees, if applicable. Over the last three years, snaffles have invaded our condo building by chewing through siding. They have nested inside our walls for at least the last three winters. This may seem all fine and dandy to you bushy tailed lovers out there, but what you neglect to realize is that they rip out all of the foam insulation, which surrounds the water pipes. Over the last three years, frozen pipes have become a serious problem in our building. In the last three winters alone, the snaffles have caused over $177,000 in damage by way of busted pipes, water damage, and repair. Not only that, but they, on multiple occassions, have fallen in the wall and been unable to escape. This results in a dying squirrel stuck in the walls, which eventually dies and begins to smell and rot. In fact, there appears to be one stuck behind my wall at this very moment. Aside from the damage, smell, and costs, these squirrels are continuously modifying their nests, which involves excessive, nonstop scratching at the walls, similar to that of one's fingernails down a chalkboard. Imagine being awoke at 4 AM every morning when class isn't until 10. Tom, my neighbor, has come up with a great solution...rat zappers. That's right, a few powerful bolts of electricity and a pea-sized ball of peanut butter and they are toast! I have come up with a similar, yet more sporty way of dealing with these bushy tailed bastards... This little pistol proved quite effective. I was able to eliminate 6-7 of those nut-eating annoyances before I figured I could be much more effective. I realized that they were still replenishing quicker than I could destroy them. I knew this meant war. It was time to step it up a notch from mere side arms to full on artillery. That's when I called the NRA (OK, Walmart) and they suggested this bad-chicken: The Crosman 760 Series rifle .177 calibur. Firing BBs at over 590 FPS and pellets at 570 FPS, this thing simply screams 'death' to bushy tailed rodents. Not to mention it has an elevated site equipped with state of the art sighting... I knew right away that didn't stand a chance in hell. As soon as I got back up to Alaska on the 15th, I was eager to try 'er out. My friends and I went down to the Turnagain Arm and decimated a few choice trees before unanimously agreeing that I would win this war. I got home and made a rookie mistake...no more ammunition. In our haste to warm ol' Betty up (Betty is the name of my rifle), we had used all of our known ammo. This required extensive searching in haste while the snaffels frolicked around marrily in the neighborhood trees and in my walls, of course. I finally stumbled on a small box of reserves and placed them on the counter where they would be readily accessible. I awoke this morning at roughly 8:27 to the high pitched squeak of the enemy. I quickly (and stealthly) loaded a pellet round into the chamber and searched the battlefield for Charlie. There he was! Tail flicking in unison to his call on the neighbor's balcony. I steadily took aim, snickered a bit, and fired. DIRECT HIT! He fell over the ledge, one foot still gripping the wood, and fell two seconds later three stories to the cold hard ground. A sense of accomplishment filled my mind, and I returned to bed for another hour or so of sleep. Not soon after however, the call returns. "He CAN'T be alive!" I said, "I killed him!" In haste, I again loaded a pellet into the chamber and pumped 20 times for maximum killing capacity. I ran outside in nothing more than boxers and a pissed off attitude. "Nope," the one squirrel carcass still lay there three stories below, "backup has arrived," I said to myself. The enemy charged. He ran from 40 feet away to the tree that stand right by my deck a mere 15 feet away. In disbelief, and with the marksmanship that would make Patton do a double-take, I fired round two of the morning. The squirrel hit every branch on the way to his final resting spot on the ground, mere feet from his comrade. "Two squirrels in one morning, quite impressive," I told myself. I drifted into sleep yet again...sure that I had erradicated the problem for quite some time. Yet again, I was proven wrong. Not but 15 minutes later, the enemy marched yet again. I knew this was no mere squirmish, but a full on battle to the death. Putting on a small jacket, I ran outside in my boxers with a fresh round poised in the chamber, ready to destroy a third. There he was, on the same tree as his buddy, only 20 feet directly below me. In my haste, I fired, and I watched it go only a milimeter above his head. He froze, unsure as to what to do: fight or flee. I didn't give him a choice. I pulled back the lever and loaded the Copperhead into the chamber, one last time. If the Olympic Gymnastic judges would have been present, he would have received at least a 9.897. His triple-back flip twist impressed even me as he fell all the way to the dense undergrowth of the yard. He flopped and ran a few feet, and slowly died. If this were the real war, I'd get a medal for sure. Instead, I merely loaded my gun once again, and left it in the open, on the ready for another shot at the enemy. This is the real war on terror people, the enemy is in our backyards...literally. Take control now, before it's too late. This is the face of the real enemy: I won't stop until every one in my neighborhood is like this: I have taken the time to join this webpage, www.deadsquirrel.com/ where I will learn better and even more advanced ways to eliminate the bastards. The fight will end with my death!