We recently took a drive upcountry. North, north, north. To where even the towns are not known by a name but a code.
Miles of young popal and birch, the first comers after a heavy logging. Favored winter forage.
Stark beauty, the hours of silence save for the tinkling of our dogs bell, then silence again broken by the shotgun.
I am once again reminded of a very powerful book, Black Robe and the amazing movie of the same name.
As our long time dear friend and hunting mentor says "In the end it is all about putting meat in the pot".
