Now Dave,
I was in the "Brig" one night in Wragell , AK when something set on my face, & I think it was a "Beaver" because it was hairy and had a "broad tail!"

Raft-Cat

Hey, nobody mentioned Kito's Cave in Petersburg.....if I'm not mistaken, which I could be, the #1 bar west of the mississippi for # of police calls in 1980 was the "Flame" in downtown bellingham....and #2(that year) was Kito's cave.....granted this is all "memory"......

As somone who has battled in most of the bars in Alaska, I would have to say that Kito's cave in Petersburg is the roughest, next is the beach comber's in Kodiak. the best fights alway's broke out on wet t-shirt nights on wednesdays, ( fisherman vs coasty's ) The fisherman always inflected the most damage. Then it was the elbow room, There was a reason they only had one table and a couple of chairs.
Both the shamrock and the marine bar in Ketchikan, I thought were pretty mellow, too busy looking at box ,if you know what I mean:)
The bar in Akutan was called the road house and only served beer not hard lic, at least upto the mid 90's, We were asked never to come back. I guess we drank to much beer. If you see rossy, tell her I said hi.
I've seen alot of fights and have never seen as many chairs and tables flying oh' and people too as I have in Kito's cave, and not to forget about those dam hanging licquar bottle lights they had also. I can honestly say thats the only place your garenteed to see the sparks fly too, Oh' the flying pool cues, i Amost forgot about those. Ah' the good ole days, when men were men and the boys went home early. When a guy could ring the bell and spend a thousand dollars on the house and never have to buy another drink that night, because sombody else would ring it next . Thank god I got older. All this stuff is hard on a guy.

I fished Southeast and Kodiak from '92 to '98, I never saw any bar that compared to Kito's Cave. A guy that I knew was nearly killed in a knife fight with a cannery worker there one night. Seemed like there was a fight about every third night.

I remember the Flame in Bellingham, I was too young, but dad and I would pass it everyday as we headed down to the harbor to work on the seiner.

I've never seen a fight in an Alaskan bar. I did watch a local rancher in White Sulfer Springs Montana in a bar called the Mint, reduce some hot-shot loud mouth rodeo cowboy to wet wash-cloth status before hanging him on the brow tines of a mule deer near the front door. - got sick that night and went back to our motel room to throw up all night while listening to two dudes bang the town whore in the room next door all night long.

didn't make 2 minutes in chilkoot charlies before [censored] was startin.
got skinny dick all stirred up, and left before he had a heart attack.
if you want to have some fun ? head to the moonraker in kent.
been in, and seen some crazy stuff.

As I recall both places felt like a downtown Hilton after being flown out of the Brooks range in that drunk injun's 185. I had no complaints. At any rate, you were still married back then, and that broad at the gold camp wasn't as scary as who you went home to.