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How to skin a squirrel – a newbie’s guide

It was skinning squirrels that would show whether or not I had the chops to make it as a trapper, or even a trapper’s assistant, I guess. It wasn’t as easy as Ingi made it look, and if I was going to do it right, I’d have to dig in with both hands. Around Nov.…

Going off-grid: Four adjustments

Moving from a house- even a small house – into a 20’ x 20’ cabin means change. It’s unavoidable. These changes come easier to some than others, but I welcomed them – the things I learned at the cabin are things I will apply to the rest of my life. The trapline cabin, built by…

Beaver trapping: A smelly science

Beaver trapping is all about gettin’ all up in their toothy territory. In the minuscule amount of time in my life I had devoted to thinking about trapping, I deemed it a practise that I just didn’t understand. But then a chance to understand it presented itself, which is how I found myself in the…

Expectations vs. reality of an adventure

The thrill of adventure, is, in part, moving into the unknown. Sometimes you can guess what’s around the next corner, but you never quite know what will greet you and how it will change your life. Still, I like to be prepared when I embark on a new path. I find a little information and…

Snowstorms and last sleeps

Outside it’s snowing heavily – the second great snowfall we’ve had in a week. Inside it’s warm and bright. There’s wine, and the wood stove smells sweet and familiar, like my grandparents’ kitchen. It dries our boots and mittens, and keeps Sage the Dog warm. Ingi and I sit on separate couches. He reads, I…

Q & A with the trapper

The agreement when I first met Ingi was a three-day minimum interview, and there had to be a dialogue. I spent a week on the lake in May. Ingi told everyone around that a journalist was coming to take pictures of the Investment of a Lifetime – a publicly funded outhouse (seriously) at Neso Lake.…

On inspiration and showers in the bush

My bags are packed, I’m ready to go, and I’m leaving with a full heart and an excited spirit, with snickerdoodles, peaches and jam my friend Jax made (check out her blog and thank me later), boozy cherries and pickled carrots from another friend, three crystals and a smudge stick from a good soul, and…