The timber company had not logged here since 1970, so they hadn't kept up with road and bridge maintenance. "Yep, no problem Mum! Way you go! See you later!"ĭad and I then ventured on up the old logging road until we came to a spot where a bridge used to be. So when Mum got excited about picking those huckleberries on her own, we stopped the truck right away. So imagine how long it took to fill an ice cream pale. Do you have any idea how small wild strawberries are? About the size of a small button on my golf shirt. Now a few years earlier, she'd wanted to pick wild strawberries and dragged me along to help because that's what kids were for in those days. Picking berries has always been one of Mum's favourite things, and along the way her eagle eyes were hard at work. One Sunday in the summer of 1974, when I was 15, my parents and I headed up Airy Creek, a pristine area we had not trapped for five years, for berry picking and a fish fry. Summer hiking in the high country of the Selkirk Mountains in the mid-1970s.ĭad takes the lead, while our friend and fellow trapper Vern Varney brings up the rear.
As you will hear in the tale I'm about to tell, it requires perseverance and stubborness. We would find a big ole spruce or hemlock tree with the boughs drooping down to create shelter from the five feet of snow that lay around, then under the tree we'd build a fire and make a pot of tea.īut make no mistake, trapping in the high country is anything but easy. It was always a struggle to get there in January, with the steep inclines of the logging roads and the fresh powder snow, but it was worth it – pristine country, brisk, fresh, pure white and untouched, under a clear blue sky. I loved marten-trapping because we did it in the high alpine country. While Dad pursued his dream of making a better mouse trap, I was more inclined to pursue the next marten or muskrat. He felt there had to be better methods of trapping and better tools than were on the market. For him, it wasn't how many he caught, but how he caught them and in particular how humanely he could do so. He taught me to respect the animals we trapped because they gave their lives for our livelihood. Trapline Tales: Trail-Building in the High Countryīy Calvin Kania, president and CEO, Fur Canada, May 17, 2018Īs a teenager growing up in the Selkirk Mountains of British Columbia, trapping with my father in the high country was exciting and fun. If you have any questions about narwhal tusks or narwhal skulls, please do not hesitate to contact us. We think you will agree that these mysterious whales are a unique and precious part of the diverse fauna of the Arctic seas. Narwhal tusks are prized, as harvested, for their natural beauty, but their ivory is also used in the creation of narwhal tusk ivory art. On our website, you can explore the history, biology and habitat of the narwhal, and also discover the rare phenomenon of double narwhal tusks.
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