This beautiful lady I had the privilege of calling my Grandma was called home today. I can honestly say I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for her. Once the harvest was home she would go to work. Me and my grandpa used to bring home two sleds load of caribou at a time. 7 in each sled. We would give one sled load away and she would work with one sled load. She’d be in the meat house round the clock until it was done then say we can go get more now. I learned lots from watching and helping her.
She skinned my first fur too and said “ you better watch close cause I’m not gonna skin all your fur for you”. At the time I thought why not? But now I’m thankful she did that otherwise I wouldn’t know how to work with fur now. I cut off a lot of tails when I was learning.
She always said if you’re going to kill something you work with it the best you can. Have respect for what you hunt. One time i brought her 2 caribou in late august and she asked me “where did you get it?”
I said “in the hills how come?”
She said “there’s not even sticks or grass on it.”
I told her if that’s too clean I can always throw some sticks and grass on the next ones.
“Don’t you dare” she said with a smile. We liked to tease each other like that.
When summer would be coming to an end I was always excited to start hunting but it wasn’t just so I could shoot caribou and moose it was because I knew I would soon bring her all her favourite things to eat and for me that was the best feeling of all.
How lucky I am that I was my Grandmas hunter.
She called bobby her little hunter too. When he was born she said “now Ryan finally has a good partner.”