02x05 - Alaska

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Oh, that is gnarly.

Is he going to eat it, they're asking?

Oh, man.

I'm being taken deep into the
wilds of Alaska, where jagged

mountains shed their cold
glacial waters into deep fjords.

It's one of those places where survival is
a way of life.

Sea kayaking up here is a powerful experience,
and not one you can approach casually.

All right.

Every year, thousands of adventurers take
their kayaks into the icy waters of Alaska.

Some of them become stranded or lost,
separated from their gear.

I'm about to put myself into that kind of
jeopardy.

I'll keep my kayak, but little else.

These waters are frigid.

Weather here can change quickly.

Even rescue can be held off or suspended
due to the harshness of the environment.

Alaskan coastal waters are rich with
k*ller whales, seals, and sea otters.

Brown bears and grizzlies feast on the
spawning salmon in the rushing rivers.

And glaciers are calving constantly into
the ocean water.

You're taking your life into your hands if
you get too close.

Alaska is larger than 21 of the smallest U
.S.

states combined.


of the continental U.S.

I'm paddling a remote stretch of the
coastline outside of Seward, Alaska,

without gear.

My kayak has no equipment for camping,
fishing, hunting, or cooking.

No food and no fresh water.

I'm carrying only a knife, multi-tool,
and a fire piston.

And to keep this experience authentic,
I'll stay out here, alone, for a week.

A safety camp has been set up somewhere
along the coast.

And I'll paddle and search
the shoreline for food,

shelter, and a place to
survive for seven days.

Where I stay out here will depend on what
I find.

But the production crew leaves me alone
now.

The rest of the filming is up to me.

As I search for a place
to make a shelter, the

challenges of kayaking here
become immediately evident.

The dry suit I'm wearing causes me to sweat,
which can put me in risk of hypothermia.

But without it on, it
would take only one spill

into the icy ocean to
put me in serious peril.

The ice and snow of the
mountains merge with the rainforest

and come down to touch the
edge of the salty ocean water.

Shelter is not a luxury here.

It's an instant imperative.

But not every location is ideal for
survival.

Just taking a break here, checking out a
long beach.

Pretty steep, though.

Just going to come up here.

There's some snow.

Right down almost to the water's edge
here.

Let me get some fresh water.

That's interesting.

Mmm.

All right.

Oh, that's good.

Scrape down just a little bit and lots of
good fresh snow here.

I can't drink the ocean water,
so...

That's a great way to get rehydrated.

All right.

Let me turn you around and, uh...

show you where I came from.

All right.

You can see that spot back there.

That's all open ocean right there.

And I know it doesn't look like it,
but there's quite a cool breeze blowing in

off of it and coming in right down on me
here.

There's lots of driftwood
I can take advantage

of, and I've got this
snow here for fresh water.

But not much else.

So this time, I'm going to keep moving,
keep paddling, and search for a better spot.

Since it never really
gets that dark this

time of year, I'll paddle
through the night.

It's day two of my survival in Alaska.

Night number one was spent mostly
traveling, stopping only to curl up for a

bit of sleep in the drizzling rain,
and then carrying on again.

Cold, damp winds continue to
blow down the fjord as I try out

some new camera mounts I
had built for this survival odyssey.

Without time to test them, it's a surprise
to me to discover just how top-heavy they

make me, which makes things dangerous for
me and risky for the camera gear itself.

Places like this offer what I would
describe as no forgiveness.

One mistake, and you risk your life.

It's funny how it can all be offset,
however, by unmatched beauty.

Stunning scenery that betrays the dangers.

Looks like a paradise here.

See if there's anything I can survive with
there.

All right, the only extras I have are my
hikers for getting around on land,

and my paddle dry suit.

Keeps me from getting soaking wet if I do
dump the kayak in the ocean.

But it's extremely hot to
paddle in, and I've got to

watch just how much I sweat
when I'm wearing that thing.

I try to dry out before night comes in or
before it starts to rain.

It's fair weather right now, but around
here, this is a rain forest.

And, uh, I expect rain any time,
any time soon.

I'm gonna see some clear weather for now.

Bald eagle's not too happy about me being
here.

Lots of water, lots of good driftwood.

He's gonna look at this bald eagle.

Look at that, there he goes.

Look at him.

Huh, not sure if he's gonna dive-b*mb me
or not.

You know, this is one
of those situations where

I'm in an absolutely
picture-perfect location.

I've got a waterfall in behind me, active
eagle nest, incredible view to the front.

But it's not the best place for survival.

I do have a breeze kicking in off the
ocean, which is keeping me cool.

Even the greenery that's available,
nothing's ripe yet.

Not in this location.

I'll stay here for tonight, but sometimes
survival means moving on.

You know, it was raining for almost a week
before I got out here.

They'll always figure you
can't get dry tinder or dry

wood if it's raining or
if it's been raining a lot.

And check out all those old stumps back
there close to the eagle's nest and dig in

deep enough, find yourself some nice dry
tinder.

I can use this.

Look at that.

Oh, beautiful.

Maybe take one of the other pieces and
just get shavings.

That's why woodsmen and trappers and
people who are out in the wilderness all

the time, they obsess over keeping a
really sharp knife.

A dull knife is what makes you push
harder.

And you're trying to cut things, and
that's how you end up cutting yourself.

A sharp knife just melts through wood like
butter.

All right, now one thing I've done here is
going to put a base of wood, driftwood,

underneath where I want to have my fire.

And the worst things you
can do is try to get a good fire

going and have it sitting right
on top of wet or damp ground.

It just sucks up all the moisture out of
the ground and puts your fire out,

or at least makes it a lot harder to keep
your fire going.

I'm going to try a new method for starting
a fire, something I've never used before.

Remember that punky wood that I gathered?

Well, this is where it's going to come in
handy.

You don't need very much.

So this is a fire piston.

And what happens here is there's an
airtight grip.

And as you push in really hard,
boom, hit that in really hard.

It works just like the piston in an
automobile.

The air that is condensed
and pressurized so

quickly rises in temperature
extremely rapidly.

And if you've got a little tiny bit of
tinder down there, some punky wood,

it should actually ignite it.

Take my little piece of
punky wood, drop it in

there, and it's simply
a good hard hit like this.

With any luck, I'll have a little cold in
there when I'm finished, I hope.

There we go.

Nope.

I can smell it.

Oh, it's on the end.

There we go.

There we go.

Okay.

Snap that one out.

The purpose of using fire starting devices
other than matches and lighters is that

they can be used indefinitely without
returning to civilization for resupply.

Yeah.

There's nothing to run out of except for
the natural components like tinder fungus

or punky wood which the wilderness
provides in abundance.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What's missing from what you're watching
is the hour I spent gathering all my

firewood supplies ahead of attempting to
light it.

Preparation is the key to a successful
fire.

And look what I found.

An old running shoe.

Not a big deal.

Except that out of the heel of it are the
distinct markings of grizzly bear teeth.

It's not a good omen.

Hmm.

Well, I can tell you one mistake I made
for sure.

I didn't really consider about where the
sun was.

It was fairly cloudy when I decided to
land.

And I didn't really look
up to figure out where west

was, where east was, and
where the sun was going.

So the other side of the bay is bathed in
beautiful sunlight right now.

And I'm already in the shadow of the
mountains, which has me cool.

That was a mistake.

Tonight, night number
two, I'll spend laying

out by the fire trusting
the rain to hold off.

Ow!

Oh, that's hot.

Okay.

Like that.

I know you can't really tell
just by looking, but these

rocks here are actually,
they're very hot to the touch.

In fact, they're too hot to the touch.

And what I'll be able to do is lie on
these rocks on the smooth side.

Fire in front of me, hot
rocks underneath me, and

just this heat will just be
coming up into my body.

And right now, the dew is coming down
pretty heavy.

I mean, that's why I've got to have these
yellow covers on the cameras.

Because otherwise, the dew is getting them
soaking wet, and it's coming down onto me.

I might have to put my rain shell on to
get through the night.

And as long as it doesn't rain,
it should be a doable night.

Just to be safe.

Can't hurt to tie it up.

In case the tide comes in higher than I'm
expecting.

This may be a beautiful location,
but it's not much for survival.

There isn't even any seaweed coming in
that I can eat.

Nothing to gather.

Nothing to pick and eat.

Nothing to catch.

I'm gonna move on.

Rock's getting hot.

See if I can find myself a good survival
base camp.

The general rule of thumb for survival is
to stay put.

But that is not always the best course of
action.

It's amazing how warm these rocks are.

And actually make it possible to sleep in
this position.

You can see how far out the tide is now.

This is the morning of day three.

It actually started to drizzle on me a
little bit last night.

Not too much, fortunately.

But I can't stay here.

Got to get a place where I can get some
food.

And especially where I can set up a good
shelter.

Because it will rain more.

This is a rain forest.

I don't think I'll wait for the tide to
come back in.

sh**t.

It's a black bear.

I have no idea if he...

He's got to know I'm here.

He's acting like he doesn't though.

I'm just going to hop in the kayak and
paddle on.

I found yesterday when I had the camera
gear up.

And the first day it was just so top
heavy.

The kayak always threatened to tip.

So to get to my next location I'm not
going to film it.

I'm just going to pack the camera gear
away and get going.

Black bears and grizzlies abound in this
area.

This one, as expected, took off when he
saw me.

But the massive grizzlies may be a little
less intimidated by the sight of a human.

So this is it then.

Base camp.

I wouldn't blame you
at all if you looked at

this and said, Oh come
on, that looks sad up.

But no word of a lie here.

I didn't see it and here it is laying
here.

This happens actually a lot on the ocean
coast.

Eagles will catch their salmon and different
fish and they'll come somewhere to eat.

Surprised they don't see bird poop all
over here.

There isn't any, but they'll come and
they'll pick a spot, they'll eat,

and then they'll fly away leaving a good
portion of the fish.

So I don't know, I have no idea of knowing
how long this guy's been sitting here.

Oh, that is gnarly.

It smells fishy, but it doesn't smell bad.

Oh, that's kind of gross.

I can make some fish soup out of that.

And I can also use it for bait.

It smells a bit fishy.

There's a good hunk of meat there though.

Now, this is just to show you that if you
had to, you can eat a lot of things raw.

Be surprised how many things you can eat
raw without getting sick.

Sushi.

Well, the driftwood I've got, this should
do just fine.

It's good and solid, that's for sure.

Little bit exposed, but I can cover it up.

One thing's for sure, I want to get this
shelter up now.

It might be fair weather
at the moment, but

you never know how
long that's going to last.

And out here on the Northwest Pacific
coast of Alaska, rain is the usual way.

Sunny and warm is the exception of the
rule.

I better get a shelter up now,
while I can.

It's way better to spend all these
calories now building the shelter on this

day, rather than waiting until day six or
seven, when I'm really exhausted.

Eat.

for three days.

Peach combing score.

One man's garbage is not a man's gold.

One old hunk of plastic saves me a lot of
waterproofing.

Let's see if I can block up that drafty
hole.

I don't know if this is even going to be
possible, but the only water I can

actually walk to on this site is up
through this dry creek bed.

I mean, it's gushing up at the top there,
so hopefully I won't have to go very far

before I start to see
it coming through the

ground, and I can get
myself some fresh water.

Otherwise, I'll have to hop into the kayak
and paddle over.

I'm not far from some
falls, but it's just kind of a

drag to have to get in the
kayak every time I need water.

Oh, boy.

It's a long way to go for some water.

If I can find a container to bring some
water back to camp, it'll be easier.

It goes a while I'm here.

I'm starting to get a bit of a headache
from dehydration.

Surrounded by an ocean of water,
and you can't drink one ounce of it.

Well, I've got the shelter pretty much
where I wanted it today.

A good roof to shed the rain.

A place where I can crawl inside and get
out of the rain.

One, two, maybe three hours of actual
sunlight left.

Take my hand, touch the
bottom to the sun, and count

down the widths of my
hand until I hit the horizon.

It gives me an hour each time.

With my shelter priority taken care of,
I can turn my attention back to the

scavenged fish and take in a little
nourishment.

Well, that's better than nothing.

Free fish dinner.

Nothing to turn down.

That's for sure.

Even if the fish is
bad, were I to eat it raw,

which I already did,
but I'm feeling fine.

But cooking it should k*ll all the germs.

So, not being the case, I'm going to have
myself a fish dinner.

Thank you, eagle.

This is such an unexpected treat.

I'm kind of ripe for a visit from any kind
of grizzly or black bear now.

Because this fish smells all over this
place.

Not a smart idea.

The other thing that would be good to do
would actually be to boil this fish.

That's the best way I can get all the
nutrients out of it.

I just don't have anything to boil in
right now.

So, I'll take it cooked.

Oh, man.

Wow.

Nothing gross about eating it now,
eh?

Now that you see it all cooked.

It's dark.

This is going to be a good night.

This is a beautiful place.

Would you believe that it's actually
midnight?

Not very dark.

Well, this is the end of day three.

I think.

I'm starting to lose track.

Hopefully, I won't get too much smoke
inhalation in this shelter.

But...

I'm going to see if I can try and get some
sleep.

Wake up every now and then.

Look for bears.

And stoke the fire.

I can't believe how good that fish made me
feel.

Tonight, I learned
that even with years of

experience, you can
never let your guard down.

One small mistake can turn deadly.

First time in my life, my shelter caught
fire.

You should have seen it.

It was a big ball of flame in the sky.

Fortunately, there was this.

Hanging around.

If not for that one piece
of junk on the beach,

my shelter would have
been a massive bonfire.

Oh, man.

So, I've splashed water all over the top.

And I've pulled what was left of the coals
outside.

Keep the fire going.

And I've soaked the front entranceway.

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

The fire did not go to where the plastic
was on the roof.

I was over in the fire area where the
flames were supposed to lick up, but.

..

I guess they just kept drying out and
drying out the wood up above it.

I let the flames get too high.

Wow.

Well, here I go again.

Another night of sleeping on rocks.

That was incredible last night.

I'm really fortunate that my whole shelter
didn't burn down.

It's the first time I've ever had one of
my shelters catch fire.

I've come close before, but...

Another close call.

Wow.

This is an extremely low tide right now.

It's got to be down about 12 or 13 feet.

So I'm going to head over to
what looks like a much larger

tidal zone across the bay
and see what I can find there.

Hopefully, the Pickens will be a little
bit better and I can get something to eat.

No, just sit here and wait for the tide to
come in.

Okay, that's long enough.

Oh, a little top heavy because of that
camera.

It's tricky.

You know, I made a practice of trying all
kinds of different camera mounts...

testing out cameras out in the wild,
filming wildlife, filming myself.

But once I get into doing Survivorman,
it's a little bit harder.

For one thing, I don't
have the energy I normally

have because I'm not
really eating very much.

And for another, if I blow it and ruin a
camera, well, if I have nothing to sh**t

with, there's no point in me being out
surviving.

That's why I usually end up with three to
five cameras with me, some of them

waterproof, different mounts, that sort of
thing.

Again, the intense beauty of Alaska can
lull you into a false sense of security.

But for now, I'll gladly
take this fortunate

spell of great weather
to seek out food sources.

Sunshine fills the soul, but not the
stomach.

And in four days, there's
been nothing more for

me to eat than a few
ounces of rotting fish meat.

Mmm, nice little sheltered protected bay
in here.

If I've seen this before, it might have
come and stayed in here.

This is a fantastic area for harvesting,
but the tide is coming in really quick.

I'm actually in a bit of a race against
it.

When you have an area
that's this large of a tidal

zone, the tide seems to
move in on you quite quickly.

Sea lettuce.

Mmm.

You just eat it raw.

There's lots of it in here.

There's a whole garden of it.

This beach is loaded with good food.

Bladderac.

This is fantastic.

You just pick it and eat it raw.

And it's full of minerals and protein,
even.

Mmm.

This little bay is a good score.

Now that I'm eating, I'm getting hungry.

This is great.

This is called goose tongue.

It's a simple grass, but... Mmm.

Bit of a salty taste to it.

The natives used to actually gather this
and harvest it.

And there's just tons of it here.

And you just sit here and...

Graze like a grizzly.

I'll tell you a good reason why not to
camp here for me.

Is because there are bear trails
everywhere.

This is a massive mound of bear poo.

Looks like he's been eating seaweed.

Lots of it.

Good place to come and
harvest, but I'm gonna have

to keep my eyes open
for grizzly and black bear.

With all this tall grass, it could be
beside me and I wouldn't even know it.

My newly dubbed Bounty Bay is a source of
reassurance for continued survival.

And I'll be back often to scavenge from
it.

Well, I've got my vegetables.

It's time to see if I can get some fish.

Now it's time to turn into a beachcomber
and scavenge my own beach for supplies.

Well, I was really hoping to get a fish
line in the water when the tide was low.

So I've been scouring the beach looking for
stuff and I've got all kinds of junk here.

All right, let's get busy.

Well, I need a fishing line and this is
all I've got.

All I have to do is split it apart.

Getting better.

But the big thing about doing this is it
really keeps your mind occupied.

Still, day two, day three, day four,
always really rough days.

I haven't got anything going yet and I'm
out here completely alone.

You can really mess with your mind after a
while.

Staying occupied has saved more than one
survivor from insanity.

And some of these survival skills harken
back to our most primitive times.

Quite a few bottles kicking around here.

I think what I'd like
to try and do is see

if I can make a fish
hook out of this bottle.

It's been a while since I've done this and
it's very tricky to do with glass.

There's a primitive skill called
flintknapping.

I might be able to get myself a bit of a
blade or hook.

All right.

First thing I'm going to need is my
bandana.

And I just want to kind of break away
little pieces here.

So I don't want to break away too much.

And you see these edges here.

I can actually thin that edge down using
the flintknapping.

Yeah, it's actually starting to work.

You can just sort of see...

See if you can see that.

I'm getting an edge to it.

I want to make it so that the glass has a
nice point.

And I do that by a little bit of
grinding...

...called pressure flaking.

Now, if you can see, there's little shards
of glass there.

I'm just breaking them off the edge.

You see that?

I'll try and get in there.

There we go.

It's hard to show you, but that's one edge
done.

Almost to a point.

It's very difficult.

All I'm using is this crude stone.

It's a great skill to know...

...because if you don't have a knife...

...if you can learn flintknapping,
you can make a knife.

Oh!

Ha!

Oh, man, all that effort, and I just broke
it in two.

Ugh.

That's frustrating.

Try this, I suppose.

It's just a hunk of plastic.

It's pretty good, but I'm a little worried
it might be too big.

I can always try.

That's the tail left over from that fish...
...with the hook in the middle of it.

So I've got the fish out on its hook.

The thin line that goes up to the big
rope.

The big rope that goes up.

And I've got a float that I found lying
around here.

I just saw a huge school of salmon just go
swimming...

...right past me here.

Tomorrow I've got to get a net out.

That's for sure.

Well, as you can see, I've got my fire
going...

...and I'm keeping it a lot farther away
from the shelter tonight.

There's salmon jumping all around,
so with any luck at all...

...something will smell the bait on the
end of that hook and go and take it.

Oh, boy.

The only way I'm actually able to stay
warm tonight...

...is that I've been heating up these
little rocks...

...and putting them in my clothing around
me.

And it's...

...well, it's warming the small of my back
right now.

Otherwise, I'd be pretty chills.

Shelter... ...is probably
going to be a dry one...

...in that it'll keep the rain away,
but...

...there's no warmth.

I'm too nervous to have a fire inside.

Well, it's morning.

I used a rock for a pillow that I heated
by the fire.

The sun's up on the other side of the bay.

And as soon as I get the energy, I'm
gonna get up and go check my fish line.

The plastic hook in the bait hasn't caught
a single thing.

But my beachcombing has turned up numerous
old fishnets and floats.

There's not an ocean shore anywhere in the
world...

...that doesn't have some kind of
washed-up treasure on it.

And this is a major fishing area,
so the score is big.

All I have to do now is make use of some
of the floats that I've found.

Maybe some wood, anything to get the top
edge floating.

And then using all of this excess netting
and rope...

...and all of these beach scores that I've
been able to get through beachcombing.

And tie rocks to the bottom end to weigh
this thing down.

Okay, well, the two big floats.

Now I've gotta scrounge around and see
what else I can find and use as a float.

And then the tough
part will be trying to

tie some rocks on the
other side as anchors.

This one wasn't going
to work as a float because

there's already holes
in it from bear teeth.

Some big old bear has been chewing on this
thing.

So, it'll make an anchor instead.

That's a bit of a climb just for a drink.

But I found a way to bring some of the
water back to my camp.

Using the shaft of the paddle.

Of course, it means that I have to make
sure I don't spill it all the way.

But, hey, it works.

And the more water I can
get back to the camp, the less

I have to come up this
climb to get this fresh water.

Look what I found here.

Check this out.

Fiddleheads.

Hmm.

This is a nice surprise.

Not bitter.

Nice and tender.

I'm sure there's probably more fiddleheads
up and down this fresh water.

Creek here.

I'm going to call it creek or a waterfall.

The thing is, every time I come up here to
get water, I'm always thoughtful of

whether or not I'm being visited back at
camp by some kind of bear.

Here, here's the view from where I drink.

Look at that.

Alright, that's a lot of bear scat.

In fact, there are a lot of sign of bear
all over this location.

If I were to see a big bear, the old
cliche holds true.

He's more afraid of me than I am of him.

All I have to do is remain calm.

In fact, I have seen three bear already on
this site.

And every single one of them took off like
a shot.

So there's no need to panic, no need to
fear bear at all.

Really, it's just a matter of be cautious,
give them their space, hold your ground.

And most likely, they'll just take off.

While I leave the fishnet
out awaiting high tide, it's time

to try and make my shelter
just a bit more comfortable.

Besides, I'm sick of sleeping on rocks.

Bit of a mat to lay on now, instead of the
rocks.

There we go.

It's like a night at the cottage.

Except that I have no food, no friends,
and no beer.

It's five days.

More food than usual.

But I need some real food.

This morning of day six.

Big bank of fog has rolled in.

Not a good sign at all for me
weather-wise.

I'm gonna go check my net, because I have
an extremely low tide right now.

Cross your fingers.

What I hope to find is one or two fish
entangled and ready for the grabbing.

All I need is one fish.

Just one fish.

You know, in this case, I preferred
somebody just...

feeding me with a fish, rather than
teaching me how to.

Nothing.

I'm going to kayak into the middle of the
fjord to go fishing.

But with the camera still making me
dangerously top-heavy, and the water still

as cold as ever, I need to make something
to help stabilize the kayak.

I'm much more secure and
stable now, especially because I'm

putting a camera mount up
high, making the kayak top-heavy.

There are salmon jumping on either side of
me.

Nothing taking my bait.

Oh, well here, here's my bait.

Nice big hunk of fish guts there for you.

As I was saying before, I was rudely
interrupted by the multitude of jumping salmon.

All around my kayak.

Hey, some more food.

Look at that.

Yes!

Whoa!

Bull kelp.

And I can eat it.

That's a nice chunk.

Wow.

Well, if I don't get any fish,
I've got this.

k*ller.

That's the bonus of getting out and about.

Now, how in the heck do I stop the salmon?

The seagulls are finishing
up the last little bit of

that dead fish that I had
that I was using as bait.

They might as well, because I'm having no
luck with it.

That was disappointing.

This is not salmon.

It's not even rockfish.

It's kelp.

But it is edible.

And that's quite a meal.

And for now, it's going to have to do.

So unless there's
something on that little

makeshift net over
there, it's kelp for dinner.

Nope.

That doesn't look good.

I don't think I see anything on that net.

And that is the reality of trying to
survive, especially when you're alone.

There's only one person to do everything.

I was hoping that net would
kind of be like a second

person for me and just hang
out there and catch a fish.

It hasn't done anything.

Maybe if I was here a lot longer,
it would.

But in two days, it's done nothing.

Well, this is almost all
that's left of that dead

fish that I found that
I've been using as bait.

But I did take some of it and I had it
soaking in the water.

Now, it's been a few days.

I really was hoping it wasn't going to
come to this.

I expected to have some fresh fish.

But I just washed this guy off.

But I'm going to cook it.

The way I'm going to cook it is I'm going
to wrap it in that bull kelp.

Which is actually a traditional way for
cooking fish.

I have no idea why I'm doing this.

This just does not seem like a good idea.

But you know what?

It'll be some food in my stomach.

Which I could use.

There we go.

I'll leave that to cook for a while.

It'll be the last bit of nutrition I'll
actually get out here.

Lucky with the weather.

Not so lucky with the fishing.

Anyone who's tried it knows how that can
be.

All the skill in the world won't make the
fish bite.

Oops.

Try to keep it on the stick.

There we go.

So this is my four day old piece of fish.

What's left of my fish bait.

Wrapped in bull kelp.

And cooked.

So in essence it's kind of like steaming
it.

Try to get it in my mouth.

Okay, it doesn't taste so fresh.

But I'm going to eat it.

To get food that is a cast off of other
animals is a survival trick worth knowing.

You can watch the river otters.

They might leave a fish behind.

Eagles all the time are dropping fish and
leaving them behind.

Or even seagulls.

Frustrating to have
a fishing line out there

and salmon jumping
on either side of the boat.

I can't.

Can't tell you how frustrating that is.

Well I'll tell you.

If any grizzly bear comes around now,
I smell and stink like fish.

Old fish.

So I'm sure you'll be quite interested.

I'll keep my knife handy at the entrance
to my shelter tonight for sure.

Not that that's going to do a lot against
a massive grizzly bear.

Or a 600 pound black bear for that matter.

That's my I didn't catch any fish today
blues.

Goodnight.

Well, it's... middle
of the night.

On this last night and the weather's come
in.

It's come in harsh.

The wind's whipping in from the side so I'm
curled over into one side of my shelter.

Because in all this time I neglected to
really beef up one side of my shelter.

And naturally that's the side that the
wind is blowing hard from right now.

So, the rain is coming in.

I brought my fire inside.

Keep it protected and out of the rain.

Let's hope I don't burn down the shelter
this time.

And once it gets daylight
enough, it looks like

I'll end this week the
same way I started it.

Paddling in the cold and the wet and the
wind.

After my one hour of nighttime
darkness, the sky lightens

again and I return to my
kayak to paddle out to safety.

Alaska is powerfully beautiful.

It's a place on earth that could present
some of the greatest survival challenges.

But it's abundant
landscape offers not only

beauty, but also bountiful
supplies for survival.

If you know what to look for.

There are some fantastic courses there