For Brook’s Sake-Bring Enough Gun

PHOTO: Willis Mattison  “If that’s a moose’s antler, how can we get ’im up?” I whispered to Kenny. We were lying prone on the arctic tundra, our rifles bridged across our daypacks in anticipation. We didn’t know it, but spotting the off-white patch barely visible on the brush-covered hillside above positioned us to fulfill a decades-old pledge in a way that exceeded our wildest dreams. In 1958, two Minnesota teenage cousins had concocted a plan. Kenny would move to Alaska and get ...