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Alaska Supreme Court considers legal challenge to imprisoned out-of-state Democrat’s U.S. House run • Alaska Beacon
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The Alaska Supreme Court will hear oral arguments Thursday morning in a lawsuit seeking to remove Eric Hafner, an imprisoned, out-of-state Democrat, from the state’s November election ballot.
Under Alaska’s elections system, the top four finishers in the August primary election advance to the general election ballot. Hafner, who finished sixth, was promoted to the top four by the Alaska Division of Elections after two higher-finishing Republicans withdrew.
The Alaska Democratic Party challenged the division’s decision in court, and on Tuesday, a Superior Court judge dismissed the case, ruling strongly in favor of the Division of Elections.
Judge Ian Wheeles found that removing Hafner would require the division to redesign the election ballot, possibly delaying the federally mandated mailing of ballots to international voters.
That potential harm is greater than any harm caused by Hafner’s presence on the ballot, Wheeles said.
Wheeles concluded that Hafner, who is serving a 20-year prison sentence for threatening to kill public officials in New Jersey, has the Constitutional right to run for office, even if he is ineligible to serve.
For U.S. House candidates, the U.S. Constitution requires that a candidate be an inhabitant of the relevant state. Attorneys representing the Alaska Democratic Party argued that Hafner, who is not scheduled for release until 2036, cannot be an inhabitant as required.
After losing in lower court, the party filed an emergency appeal with the Supreme Court, which granted it Wednesday.
The Alaska Department of Law, representing the Division of Elections, is ready to defend the state again, a spokesperson said.
“The Superior Court found the Division of Elections correctly applied Alaska law and the U.S. Constitution. The Department of Law is preparing to defend this decision in the emergency appeal to prevent any disruption to the general election,” said spokesperson Patty Sullivan.
Alaska Democratic Party executive director Lindsay Kavanaugh said the party is pleased that the Alaska Supreme Court is acting quickly.
“Hafner is not our candidate and as a non-Alaskan incarcerated until 2036, he has no business being on Alaska’s ballot,” she said.
She said the state’s decision to print ballots with the issue unresolved is “another nonsensical decision made, and it’s a tired defense.”
“Election integrity also includes having candidates on the ballot that can actually take office and serve Alaskans,” she said.
The Alaska Republican Party intervened in the case on the side of the state. ARP chair Carmela Warfield did not immediately respond to a phone call seeking comment on Wednesday.
Hafner received less than 1% of the vote in the August primary, but some Democrats have expressed concerns that Hafner’s presence on the ballot could divert votes from incumbent Rep. Mary Peltola, D-Alaska. Peltola is believed to be in a close race against Republican challenger Nick Begich. Alaskan Independence Party candidate John Wayne Howe is also on the November ballot.
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Alaska Air Group raises Q3 profit outlook
Alaska Air Group (ALK) has issued an upbeat profit outlook for the third quarter, driven by robust summer travel demand and lower than expected fuel costs.
Catalysts co-hosts Seana Smith and Madison Mills break down the details.
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US scrambles fighter jets to intercept Russian aircraft near Alaska
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The United States scrambled fighter jets after Russian military aircraft were detected near Alaska.
The North American Aerospace Defense Command (NORAD) said Wednesday that it detected, tracked, and intercepted two Russian military aircraft operating in the Alaska Air Defense Identification Zone (ADIZ).
In a post on X, formerly known as Twitter, NORAD said U.S. fighter jets had conducted the intercept.
NORAD detected, tracked, and intercepted two Russian military aircraft operating in the Alaska Air Defense Identification Zone (ADIZ) on Sept. 11, 2024. NORAD fighter jets from the United States conducted the intercept.
The Russian aircraft remained in international airspace and… — North American Aerospace Defense Command (@NORADCommand) September 12, 2024
“The Russian aircraft remained in international airspace and did not enter American or Canadian sovereign airspace,” it said. “This Russian activity in the Alaska ADIZ is not seen as a threat, and NORAD will continue to monitor competitor activity near North America and meet presence with presence.”
The Context
NORAD, which is made up of U.S. and Canadian forces, has intercepted Russian aircraft flying near Alaska multiple times since President Vladimir Putin’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine began in February 2022.
For example, it said in July 2023 that Russian aircraft had made at least four incursions into airspace close to Alaska since the beginning of that year.
What We Know
NORAD didn’t elaborate on which type of Russian aircraft were detected on Wednesday or what U.S. fighter jets were used in the intercept.
An ADIZ is a defined stretch of international airspace but “requires the ready identification, location and control of all aircraft in the interest of national security,” NORAD previously said.
The aerospace defense command said it employs a “layered defense network of satellites, ground-based and airborne radars and fighter aircraft to track aircraft and inform appropriate actions.”
“NORAD remains ready to employ a number of response options in defense of North America,” it said.
Newsweek has contacted the Russian Defense Ministry for comment via email.
In July, the Pentagon said Russian and Chinese bombers—two Russian Tu-95 and two Chinese H-6 military aircraft—were detected flying near Alaska, marking the first time the two nations had been observed operating together in that manner.
Wednesday’s intercept near Alaska comes as Russia and China conduct joint large-scale military exercises in the Pacific and Arctic Oceans, as well as the Mediterranean, Caspian and Baltic Seas, through September 16.
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What’s Next?
NORAD is likely to intercept more Russian aircraft operating in the ADIZ in the future, given that such incursions are not uncommon.
A U.S. Defense Department spokesperson told Newsweek in July 2023 that Russian activity in the ADIZ “occurs regularly, and we do not view this activity as a threat.” A NORAD spokesperson also told Newsweek there is “nothing associated with this and/or previous events that would indicate there are any ties to global activity.”
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The Bush Plane Engine Died Mid-Flight — and Other Close Calls While Flying the Alaskan Wilderness
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Darkness loomed on the remote Alaskan tundra. Skies to the west were much darker than five hours prior.
It was comforting to finally hear the distant buzz of a bush plane’s engine that Pat, Tim, and I had been anxiously awaiting all afternoon. Earlier that day we checked in with the plane service in Kotzebue via satellite phone. A big storm was approaching and they were making efforts to get hunters in remote camps gathered up and flown back to safety in town. The storm was forecast to last nearly a week and several feet of snow and severe winds were expected.
They’d planned on picking us up in the middle of the afternoon. It was going to take two trips to haul us, our camping gear, a raft, a grizzly bear hide and meat back to town. We were less than halfway into a 10-day moose hunt. Pat was a resident and had filled the only tag of the trip with a nice tundra grizzly on the first afternoon. That berry-fed bruin was plump and it’s backstraps had been delicious, cooked over an open fire.
But it was nearly 7:00 p.m. above the Arctic circle when we heard the plane approaching. We were losing daylight, fast. Pat, Tim and I knew there wouldn’t be time to make two trips before darkness closed in. As we pondered what to do, we saw another plane approaching — sending two planes in dwindling light was a smart move by the bush plane service. Now we could all get out of there with our gear.
I had spent enough time in Alaska to know that a hurried trip before a storm could mean trouble, but honestly, any bush plane flight through Alaska brings a certain amount of risk. If you travel through remote Alaskan wilderness often enough, bush plane mishaps will happen to you. You just hope to come out on the winning end. I’ve been on hundreds of bush planes over the decades, and while most are safe and enjoyable, it only takes one bad experience to lose a life. This fact always looms. Always. Too many friends and people I’ve met have incurred enough devastation to think otherwise.
As the Cessna 180 circled for a landing, I was taken aback by how easily it was tossed around. The winds were obviously much more intense up high than where we stood on the river’s gravel. As the Cessna came closer, landing gear 50-feet from touching down, a wind gust rocked it, nearly slamming it to the ground. Powering out of it, the pilot was able to recover, clear a tall stand of alders and bank around for another landing attempt.
This time the pilot approached at a faster speed, quickly dropping in the final seconds to try and stick the landing. Right at the time of impact a wind shear again caught the plane, this time from directly above. The shot of wind pushed the wings down, slamming the plane hard onto the rocks. Somehow, the pilot was able to keep the nose up and control the landing. I was impressed that the landing gear didn’t break and the wing struts held strong. The big, soft tundra tires obviously helped absorb some of the shock.
The 206 landed more smoothly behind the 180. Things were looking good.
We were still more than 100 miles north of Kotzebue. We figured we might get dropped somewhere outside the scope of the storm, which would give us time to get two or three more days of moose hunting in.
Not My First Rodeo
Photo by Scott Haugen
Having lived in the Alaskan high Arctic for most of the 1990s, and after traveling much of the state numerous times over the past 34 years, I knew how dangerous Arctic storms could be, especially when flying is involved.
My wife, Tiffany, and I were school teachers in two remote Arctic villages in the 1990s where we lived a semi-subsistence life. Point Lay is an Inupiat village situated on the northwest Arctic coast, between Barrow and Point Hope with fewer than 100 residents when we lived there. Being on the coast, it was common to not see bush planes for two weeks or more due to severe storms.
The other village we called home for four years was Anaktuvuk Pass, also situated on the North Slope. While Point Lay was flat, Anaktuvuk Pass was nestled into the northern Brooks Range and surrounded by towering peaks that turn south into Canada and become the Rocky Mountains in the Lower 48.
I coached cross country, basketball, and volleyball in both villages and all our travel was done by bush plane. None of the remote villages have roads leading to them, so air travel is the only means of getting in and out.
When returning to Point Lay from a volleyball tournament in Point Hope one spring, the autopilot stuck. The pilot couldn’t regain full control of the plane. This meant the plane would go into a nosedive, then the pilot would regain partial control. Then it would go almost vertical, and the pilot again would struggle for control before the engine bottomed out. This went on for several minutes. Had it not been for seat seatbelts, bodies would have been tossed about inside the plane. Most of the kids threw up. They were crying and in fear. We all thought it was the end. Fortunately the pilot regained control of the Navajo and kept control until we landed safely.
I coached both boys and girls basketball in Anaktuvuk Pass and one season the girls played for the state championship. They were tough — the most dedicated kids I’d ever coached. Our travel budget was astronomical and we flew to several weekend tournaments over the winter season. During one stint we were gone for three weeks because severe weather prevented us from leaving the villages we were in, or from landing at home. We balled on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and I taught classes in the host school’s library Monday through Thursday. Fortunately, I was also the high school teacher.
In remote Alaska, the weather makes the rules. Defy them and you might pay the price.
One time when the boy’s team was returning to Anaktuvuk Pass, we got caught in high winds. Oddly, it was still smooth flying. We couldn’t feel the turbulence. But our fuel level was quickly running low and the pilot was forced to drop in elevation in order to get out of the wind and make headway. It was nearly dark and more than once the imposing mountain peaks appeared mere yards from our wing tips.
Another time our plane left Fairbanks, made one stop at a mining camp to drop off tools, then headed to Anaktuvuk Pass. The afternoon was clear and calm … until we hit the northern Brooks Range, not far from the village. The clouds were thick and unmoving in the stagnant air. A few peaks poked above the dense cover but I didn’t recognize them.
I was sitting in the copilot seat. We circled and flew up and down valleys but couldn’t see the village or any land. The pilot didn’t trust his primitive radar at the time, not amid the confined peaks. “Listen closely,” he said on the headphones. “We’ve circled the area so much, I don’t have enough fuel to get us back to Fairbanks or even the nearest landing strip. I need you to look closely through any holes in the clouds and see if you can recognize any landmarks below. If you do, tell me and we’ll shoot through it. We have about 30 minutes of fuel left.”
Ten minutes into the search there was a hole in the clouds about the size of a football field. I didn’t recognize the tundra below. The pilot circled back over it, lower this time. That’s when I saw an argo trail with snow in the tracks. I’d hunted Dall sheep off this trail and knew exactly where we were. I confidently relayed this to the pilot.
“How much room do you think we’ll have once we get below the ceiling,” he asked. “Facing north, you’ll have mountains 50 yards to the east, right on the edge of the trail…keep left!” I said. “The west side is wide open, all the way to the village.”
Instantly the pilot put the plane into a tight spin. I’d never been in a bush plane that had lost elevation so fast, so abruptly, and at such a steep angle. Then G forces in the little plane caught me off guard. Spiraling down through the seemingly tiny hole in the dense clouds, the ceiling was less than 200 feet. But the pilot nailed it and we skimmed the bottom of the clouds all the way to the village. I was petrified. The girls, all of whom were born and raised in Anaktuvuk Pass, didn’t bat an eye.
“That happens all the time,” shared one girl. “It’s just part of living up here.” They didn’t understand the severity of the moment. Before we moved to Anaktuvuk Pass and after we’d left, there were two devastating plane crashes in the Brooks Range. It can happen anywhere, any time.
Getting Out
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Photo by Scott Hauge
As Pat, Tim, the pilots and I quickly loaded the bush planes with all our gear, we thought nothing of the hard landing the Cessna had encountered. We just wanted to get airborne before it was too dark.
I climbed into the co-pilot seat of the 180, while Pat crammed into the back. Much of our gear and Tim were piled into the 206.
With both planes loaded it was time to take off. While our Cessna slowly taxied to one end of the gravel bar, Tim and the 206 pilot finished tossing some big rocks out of the way on the far end of the crude runway, which went all the way to water’s edge. Right then I knew something wasn’t right. Those rocks should have been beyond the 180’s reach upon takeoff. Needing to extend the end of a runway by mere feet is rarely a good sign.
Punching the throttle, the Cessna struggled to gain power. It was so weak, the pilot aborted the takeoff attempt halfway through. This was not good.
“Don’t worry,” Pat said when I turned back to check his reaction. “I’ve been flying with this guy for 15 years and he’s the best of the best!” That’s all I needed to hear, or so I thought.
I’m not a pilot but I’ve flown enough to recognize engine sounds. I know when gauges aren’t properly registering, and worse yet, when pilots are nervous.
“I don’t know what’s wrong,” the pilot shouted to me as he turned the plane around, heading back up the gravel bar to attempt another takeoff. He revved the engine. It got louder but didn’t gain enough power.
The pilot hopped out, inspected the engine along with the 206 pilot, then climbed back in. “Everything looks alright,” he shrugged. “Hang on, we’ll try it again.”
The gauges worked and there was no smoke or off-putting smells. The pilot gunned it one more time and again, lacked the usual power. “Hang on, we might catch the tops of those alders at the end!” He ordered.
Speed was slow to build and the power was weak. But this time we were fully committed; either the plane was going to get airborne or we were going to end up in the river.
Only feet from the end of the gravel bar, the plane slowly caught air. The climb was painstakingly gradual and dangerously slow. We barely nipped the tops of the alders. The pilot didn’t say a word. Neither did I. The moment he banked left instead of right, I knew something was very wrong.
We should have banked right, heading straight south toward town. Instead, we turned left, heading north, then followed the Wulik River downstream to the southwest. Slowly we gained elevation, the pilot pushing and pulling levers, checking and double-checking gauges.
Seven minutes into the flight we leveled out at 300 feet. “I’m not going any higher and we’re following the river as far as we can in case I have to put this thing down,” hollered the pilot. The river was winding, its level very low. It was a smart move. If something were to go awry and he needed to land the plane, there was enough exposed gravel bars for us to land on.
Just as things seemed manageable, the engine sputtered. The gauges shorted out, needless popping up and down. Power suddenly waned. The pilot aggressively moved levers, flicked switches, punched buttons and pumped a handle between our seats. We were losing elevation but the pilot was able to regain power and level out.
Cruising at 100 feet, the pilot positioned the plane directly over the river, sticking to every twist and turn. It was nearly dark. The 206 was somewhere behind us. We didn’t have radio contact with them.
The gauges on the dash were working again, and though the ride was smooth, there was clearly a lack of power. No words were exchanged, and none were necessary. Pat and I had flown enough that we knew the situation was out of our hands. All we could do was pray and allow the pilot to do his job. He was a grizzled man, just what you’d want in this situation. Having spent more than half his life doing what he loves, we had the utmost confidence in him.
Smoothly we cruised. Hands sweating, heart pounding, I attempted taking in the beauty from above. But no matter how hard I tried to take my mind off the plane problems, it was impossible. Thinking of my wife and two sons back home, I was glad they weren’t with me.
All of a sudden there was a loud pop and a blaze of fire shot past my window as the cowling pulsed under pressure. We instantly lost power. The gauges on the dashboard flatlined and the lights went black. It was dark and silent inside the cabin. A peaceful, tranquil feeling washed over me. The calmness of the moment caught me off guard. My senses of sight and smell escalated to a level I’d rarely known. “Is this what it feels like to die?” I thought.
Quickly the pilot banked the plane into the wind, heading back upstream. We were losing elevation, fast.
At the last moment the pilot regained enough sputtering power to keep the plane level. There was one little gravel bar in front of us and he was able to miraculously hit it. Upon touchdown we lost power and never regained it.
The 206 passed overhead and saw we were forced to make an emergency landing. He was able to land nearby. We packed all the gear we could into the dead 180, putting the raft, tent and some bulky camping gear beneath it, hoping grizzlies didn’t find it. Then we piled into the 206 and headed for Kotzebue.
The alternative would have been to pitch camp, but with one plane down, a storm approaching and windchills already taking the temperature well below zero on this late September day, that seemed like a foolish idea. Flying over the tundra, lights flickering from distant villages, things were finally good.
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Fortunately the storm swung to the north and the next morning a mechanic was sent to fix the broken-down plane and return our gear. What he discovered was a blown engine on the 1950s Cessna, ringing home the fact we were fortunate to walk away from what could have easily been a catastrophe. The plane would have to be airlifted back to town by helicopter in order to be repaired. The majority of our gear remained with the plane.
We spent the next few days at Pat’s home in Kotzebue. Our moose season was over.
Three days later the skies cleared. We heard a helicopter thundering into town and stepped out to see what we presumed would be our plane being towed. From a distance we could see it was towing a bush plane, but as it neared, it clearly wasn’t ours.
As the chopper got closer we could see it was hauling a totaled bush plane. One wing was missing. The plane being hauled in by search-and-rescue came from the same area we had hunted. It had crashed when the pilot attempted to land on a gravel bar in high winds. The last we heard, both the pilot and passenger of the plane had been airlifted to Anchorage and were in critical condition. I never got the final details on if they survived.
Later, our plane was hauled in by the same rescue helicopter. Reflecting on what could have been — especially after having seen the demolished plane up close — made me realize how fortunate we were to walk away, and how valuable experienced bush plane pilots truly are.
During my years of traveling and hunting throughout Alaska, I’ve always said the success of a hunt is measured on whether or not you come out alive, not if you filled a tag.
Editor’s Note: For personally signed copies of Scott Haugen’s best selling book, Hunting The Alaskan High Arctic, visit scotthaugen.com
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