Iím posting with a very heavy heart today. My father in law passed away suddenly this past Monday. Mervin always made sure i had what I needed for hunting. He loved his family, he loved his grandchildren and he loved his boat. He was always supportive of anything I did on the land and Iíll never forget the encouragement he gave me in his usual way. One year when I was living out at my camp during trapping season I woke up to a cold windy day. Low visibility. I had some traps that needed to be checked in the back channel by Mackenzie so I got ready and started out for the day. As I travelled along wondering what the heck I was doing out here in this weather I spotted movement in the blizzard. Next thing I know I could see a skidoo light coming along. I wondered who else is crazy enough to be out in this blizzard. Anyways as we got closer I recognized Mervin. He knew the land and wasnít Afraid of a little storm. We pulled up to each other and gave a big hug.
What the heck youíre doing out in this weather I asked?
I donít want you to run low on gas so I brought you 30 gallons he said.
I said well go warm up at the camp I just loaded the stove before I left.
No no no Im going to turn back before the weather gets any worst he said
So I took his sled and just before we parted he said wait I almost forgot something.
He pulled out a 12 pack of Pepsi for me.
He named his boat INGLANGAHAURUQ (ING-LUNG-Ah- HAR-UCK)
After Bobbyís inuvialuit name which he also gave Bobby when he was born. Mervin loved that the kids were growing up learning everything I could teach them about hunting and trapping and I will continue to do so.
ďLife is full of storms. Waves crash and winds blow. Chaos and confusion surround us in the storm but eventually the winds will slow and calm waters will come again.Ē