While eating locally in the north has its own trials, nature's bounty and long growing days offset some of these challenges. Hillsides pregnant with saskatoons in August, competing with the black bears on sandy pine flats for blueberries, shooing the neighbourhood cats (yes, plural) out the the garden/litter box like it's a sport.
Home to world-class hunting and fishing, it's unusual that a Chetwynd summer BBQ passes without game meat or freshly caught fish making it on to the grill.
A misread slopitch schedule left last night open for an evening fish on Big Lake, 45 minutes northeast of Chetwynd. I hooked up with my found-on-the-road rod into a 56 cm pike. Eyeballing it bigger than previous catches on Jackfish, Dan bonked it on the head with a paddle and slung it behind the boat through-the-gills-and-out-the-mouth style. A botched filleting left us with bones to pick out of our teeth, but the work was worth the prize.
Pretend this isn't blurry
A bald iggle keeping watch
I dehooked my second one
Released for another day
Pre-gutting
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