The Start of the End?
My hands were numb and my core trembled, as I stood at the edge of the Peace River. Slogging up the muddy banks, casting streamers and searching for willing fish. Thinking that I
The Hard Way
I am an oddity around here.
Most folks up this way, hunt grouse while driving around in trucks or on ATV’s. Stopping to pot birds with a .22 or .410 while they sit on the ground.
Skeet Skeet
“Weak!!!!!”
The taunts come from the onlookers after yet another miss that put me at a pathetic 0-for-6.
I laugh and shake my head in disbelief. Then relinquish the shotgun, take
Turn
You can see it in the fields
The hay has been cut
The wheat turned a golden yellow
It’s there in the forest
The leaves have begun to dim
The mosquitos have all but
Rivers, Not Reservoirs
The “Site C Dam” is a proposal by B.C. Hydro for a large-scale earth fill hydroelectric dam on the Peace River (The third on this particular river). The resulting reservoir would
Time Can Be Overcome
“…if we pay no attention to it, time does not exist…” – Mircea Eliade
5 days, 4 nights, 207 km by canoe. But all that really mattered was the distance because somewhere along the
Boredom Fighters
The fly rods sat idle, leaned up against a tree. Thunder rumbled in the distance, somewhere over the mountains. The rain beat down on the tarps, as we huddled
Northern Lights Underwater
A fish of the North, swimming in the peat stained streams of the muskeg and the crystal clear waters of the mountains.
Irridescent sides, colours shifting in the sunlight.
Reality Check
Bear stories.
Everyone who wanders into the hills, through the bush and along river banks has at least one good one.
But they’re best told in the glow of a campfire.
Still
All mornings should start like this.
Standing in a canoe as it glides along the surface, casting flies into the lily pads. The sun peaking over the treetops just before 5 am. The