A Cumberland Bear

I had harvested a nice buck and was in the process of packaging it up for the freezer when the phone rang. It was my neighbour. “Jim”, she said, “a large black bear just broke into our shed and was trying to pull down the deer my husband got this morning. It doesn’t seem to […]

The Wolf and Me

In November 1979, there was snow on the ground. I decided to take an afternoon hunt in the Black Creek and Miller Creek areas of the power line west of the farms in Black Creek, anticipating putting some venison in the freezer. The only access was down the power line off the back end of […]

Why I Hunt

I have hunted since I was 14 years old and have always had a fascination with the outdoors. I grew up in a generation where a large portion of the population where I lived hunted, and the majority of them hunted to supplement their diet. I didn’t know anyone of that period who was a […]

Hard Lessons

  The summer of 1964 I went commercial fishing as a deckhand on a West Coast Troller out of Ucluelet. I loved adventure in my youth and I still do. I had an uncle who lived in Port Albion at that time. He was employed in the forestry industry. As a child, my family would […]