I have several "trophy" memories of wildlife in Alaska.
The first was at Cape Mohican on Nunivak Island. It was about this time of year. Several of us were out on the cape, having ridden there on snowmachines from Mekoryuk. The physical environment was itself pretty memorable: an upthrust narrow neck of land with cliffs falling sharply to the Bering Sea and the icepack of late winter all around. But off to the east were the muskox. We could see groups of the them scattered around the landscape stretching off into the haze. I think it was the combination of the exotic landscape and the unusual animals that made it so memorable.
The second was in Seymour Canal in the waters around Admiralty Island in SE Alaska. Three of us where in a Boston Whaler. We were rocking along quickly until we noticed something strange in the water. As we slowed the boat, we saw that we were surrounded by jellyfish. Not just a few, but many. They were all small creatures, perhaps an inch across, and they were all around us. As we looked down into the water column, we could see them as far as visibility permitted. As we slowly moved across the water, we could see them in every direction. In every cubic foot of water there must have been five of them. This amazing display went on for several miles. There must have been billions of them.
A third was on the waters of Icy Strait northeast of Hoonah, Alaska. We were aboard a 100 foot boat headed west. It was in May, and bird migration was in full swing. We slowed the boat as we came into a huge raft of birds -- Red Phalaropes they turned out to be. It was quite a sight on the unusually calm waters of the strait, with snowy mountains in the distance and vast numbers of birds stretching across what may have been more than a square mile.
There are more lurking in the crannies of memory, but now tell what you have seen...