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I was in it.Though I had hardly slept, I was sharp. Abe and I finished our coffee under a bright moon losing its battle with the rising sun, then stepped out of his beaten-up V8 truck. The vehicle was running somewhere around aV6.5 thanks to a few too many trips up, down and around logging loads on Prince of Wales Island in Southeast Alaska.See full article in January 2014 issue of Alaska Sporting Journal.