A few months after I was born, my dad, who worked for the Bureau of Land Management, got transferred to Fairbanks, Alaska. It was a small office, so everyone knew everyone. One day, some of his co-workers who worked for Fish and Wildlife, had to go conduct a survey on one of the remote sites in the Aleutian Islands. They were going by boat, which can be very tricky because storms can roll in with no warning. The idea was that the men would be ferried from the main ship via a small boat, which would then make another trip with their food. Sure enough, right after the men were put ashore, a violent storm blew in. It was so bad that the ship had to leave or risk being run aground. That left these men without food until the ship could return a week later. Being resourceful guys, they figured out that they could kill arctic seabirds with rocks, thereby sustaining themselves. They got very good at this, and by the time the ship could return a week later, there was no tern left unstoned.
