“His eyes were nature’s special label of one of her malignest creations. Only in two other human beings have I ever seen such eyes as those…. It was the eye of a wild beast, the baleful glitter you have seen in the eyes of snakes, panthers, catamounts, or other creatures of the reptile or feline kind.” —Oscar Penn Fitzgerald on Seth Kinman
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“His eyes were nature’s special label of one of her malignest creations. Only in two other human beings have I ever seen such eyes as those…. It was the eye of a wild beast, the baleful glitter you have seen in the eyes of snakes, panthers, catamounts, or other creatures of the reptile or feline kind.”

—Oscar Penn Fitzgerald on Seth Kinman

Currently reading, with an inscription from a friend, “This guy is a total mojo beast.  Enjoy.” “Between 1915 and 1955 adventure-seeking Frank Glaser, a latter-day Far North Mountain Man, trekked across wilderness Alaska on foot, by wolf-dog team, and eventually, by airplane.  In his career he was a market hunter, trapper, roadhouse owner, professional dog team musher, and federal predator agent.  A naturalist at heart, he leaned from personal observation the life secrets of moose, caribou, foxes, wolverines, mountain sheep, grizzly bears, and wolves-especially wolves.  A crack shot, self-sufficient, and wilderness wise, Glaser not only survived, but prospered in the far lonely places.  Almost always alone, he survived many encounters with charging grizzly bears, some of which he had to shoot to keep from being mauled.  He knew how to cope with 50 and 60 below zero temperatures, and more than once he plunged through river ice in extreme cold and survived only because of his woods know-how. Frank Glasser was a legend in his own time, respected and admired for his skill as a woodsman and hunter by fellow sourdoughs, and by his many Eskimo friends.”
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Currently reading, with an inscription from a friend, “This guy is a total mojo beast.  Enjoy.”

“Between 1915 and 1955 adventure-seeking Frank Glaser, a latter-day Far North Mountain Man, trekked across wilderness Alaska on foot, by wolf-dog team, and eventually, by airplane.  In his career he was a market hunter, trapper, roadhouse owner, professional dog team musher, and federal predator agent.  A naturalist at heart, he leaned from personal observation the life secrets of moose, caribou, foxes, wolverines, mountain sheep, grizzly bears, and wolves-especially wolves. 

A crack shot, self-sufficient, and wilderness wise, Glaser not only survived, but prospered in the far lonely places.  Almost always alone, he survived many encounters with charging grizzly bears, some of which he had to shoot to keep from being mauled.  He knew how to cope with 50 and 60 below zero temperatures, and more than once he plunged through river ice in extreme cold and survived only because of his woods know-how.

Frank Glasser was a legend in his own time, respected and admired for his skill as a woodsman and hunter by fellow sourdoughs, and by his many Eskimo friends.”

“My reputation is bigger than I am. It is like a shadow when I stand in front of the sun in late evening.”     “Every man and woman ought to get out and be with the elements a while every day….” Ben advised. The outdoors would alert, instruct, and inspire us. Reawaken our intuition and instinct, and stir our emotions.  Reconnect us to the basic elements of life like hunger and food, weather and fire. Strengthen our intent. Temper our steel. -Ben Lily
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“My reputation is bigger than I am. It is like a shadow when I stand in front of the sun in late evening.”    

“Every man and woman ought to get out and be with the elements a while every day….” Ben advised. The outdoors would alert, instruct, and inspire us. Reawaken our intuition and instinct, and stir our emotions.  Reconnect us to the basic elements of life like hunger and food, weather and fire. Strengthen our intent. Temper our steel.

-Ben Lily

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