Ontario Cree Indian......sad story. Nov 30, 2003 14:56:54 GMT -5
Post by Magnum on Nov 30, 2003 14:56:54 GMT -5
After hunting in Saskatchewan for 13 years,
the Canadians got very greedy and restricted the
(non-resident aliens) meaning Us, the American hunter.
To hunt in that Province today would cost more than
10 times what it cost in the 70's, and that doesn't
include any licences....! Now, You can hunt in Alaska as
cheap as Canada, and You are spending Your money with mostly Americans.....So, I hunted in Kenora, Ont.
80 miles north in bush Country...One dirt road, Jones
Road, took Us in....the only other trails were lumber trails, and You had better be a good woodsmen, or face the elements of the enviroment, or even death if You become lost...
The only sign of human life there was an Indian Reservation of the Cree Nation, and a Hudson Bay store. Once We arrived at the Reservation, We asked if
there were anyone they could recommend as a moose, and deer guide...and they promptly pointed out Sam who was the Chief Hunter for the reservation...Moose, deer, geese, ducks, hung from the meat pole, and a
half of a huge fish layed on a picnic table...Sam, how much did that Northern Pike weigh.....Pike, that's a
jack, and it weighed 41 pounds.. The largest pike I ever caught was 24 pounds while trolling for muskies.
On the way out of the reservation, I saw a beautiful mature bald eagle on the porch of a dwelling...I asked Sam about it, The eagle was taken from the nest and raised by the Indian that lives there, it is free to fly away for a few days, but it always comes back...Sam proved to be an encyclopedia of information on about anything You asked, and He also was a very funny Indian, kept You laughing... I shot a 11 point buck, and He quickly returned to the gutpile to remove some choice parts, Sam's Wife baked bread, and cuts up the intestines to put in the bread.......I almost barfed when Sam started eating it..... We hunted that Year with Sam, We all tagged out on deer, but moose was not so good...Sam carried a 22 rifle single shot that would only shoot on every 10 or 12 tries, because the firing pin was worn completely out....He couldn't afford nothing better, so I bought a beautiful, like new Winchester Model 94, 30-30 cal. and 10 boxes of ammo....He was so happy He cried....After the hunt, and We returned home...I got a letter from Sam, He said, "Bill, I won't be able to hunt with You this fall because I am in prison...
I caught My Wife in bed with a Young Buck and I shot them both with the 30-30.....A very sad ending for a very good Friend, and I never saw Sam again....The name of His reservation was Grassy Narrows Indian Reservation....... Magnum