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Also inside is an instructional backcountry first aid piece as well as a fly fishing essay from David James Duncan, award-winning author of The River Why and The Brothers K.
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The following book review was written by BHA's, Holly Endersby
Woman of the Boundary WatersWoman of the Boundary Waters: Canoeing, Guiding, Mushing and Surviving by Justine Kerfoot.
Wanted: woman with guts, determination, humor and ingenuity. Be able to act as fishing and hunting guide, cook, electrician, carpenter, plumber and dog team trainer. Must be willing to work for a pittance.
If Justine Kerfoot were to write her own job description, that would be it. As owner and operator, Kerfoot made a legend of Gunflint Lodge in the border lake country between Minnesota and Canada. At a time when most women were traditional homemakers, this small, slim woman was a big game and fishing guide, survived killing winter conditions, trapped, became an accomplished dog sled musher, resort manager, a jack-of-all-trades, professional writer and, the mother of three children. Beginning in 1927 when her parents bought Gunflint Lodge as a summer resort, Kerfoot was besotted with the North Country.Her own words describe her conversion from city girl to wilderness lover:“An infinitesimal speck in the cosmos, I stood on the shore of Gunflint Lake beneath a great white pine. And I knew I was home.”Those who have felt that surge of soul recognition will understand Justine’s words.
By Oregon BHA Member, Karl Findling of Oregon Packworks.
I followed my father on many of his favorite hunts from about nine years of age. About the years that a young man was able to walk through the woods; of course at a pace that was reasonable as to not annoy him (as the hunter) too quick of movements when you’re too young--I learned that wild places were the norm from a young age. My father was a depression-era baby. Hard work was his norm. Wild-places renewed him. The fact that he was 48 when I was born may have kept him young at heart, or the time away from hard work was plain easy. And, it’s possible the pace he moved in the mountains was because it provided a great feeling of freedom when one’s heart is pounding, the views are far reaching and seeing another human rare. His over-the-ground pace as I remember was overwhelming at times and I wondered even then how he could “do it” for a forty-year smoker.
By Oregon BHA Member, Mathew Grady.
In Oregon (and I believe this is true for many Western states, but not so much anywhere else) we have a number of expansive reserves of public land that allow Joe average hunter (myself) to have reasonably easy access to quality hunting opportunities. My personal favorite lies near the northwestern coast, due to access as well as familiarity (meaning I know where the animals are). Unfortunately, it is also centrally located between an agricultural coastal community with a strong tradition of hunting, and a major metropolitan area (Portland and surrounding communities). With an estimated population of 2.5 million people in the Portland Metro alone, if even .1% of them were hunters who wanted to share the woods on the same day as myself, there would be as many as 2500 people out there with me. This number does not include off roaders, nature lovers, and professional timber workers who also utilize the same resources. In other words, there is a tremendous demand for access to this resource, and its value to the area should be glaringly obvious.
By BHA Member, Tom Kotlarz of Silent Mountain Outfitters
Beautiful country, but just plain nasty weather. That was the sum of my thoughts on a mountain goat hunt I was guiding. To say it was wet was an understatement; if the rest of the season went like this I wasn’t going to need to shower anytime soon, I’d just need some soap. We were glassing a lone Billy from the bottom of the valley floor, and the climb to get to him was looking more and more disconcerting. If you’ve hunted the high country, you know what kind of day this was. Fog was rolling in and out, rain was turning into snow and then back again, all in all, the Weather Gods couldn’t make up their minds. Matter of fact we couldn’t make up our minds either. By the time we climbed up there, it might have fogged in to the point where we couldn’t see 20 feet. Maybe we should kick back and wait a day for the weather to cooperate. Oh yeah, maybe I should say who “we” are.
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