09/14/2026
Holy Smokes 😮
This will be a long one.
First off, thank you for following me on social media.
Second, if you have only recently started following me because of your interest in our “Hand of Man” Museum of Natural History, Cultural Arts and Conservation, you might be surprised that I am posting this photo.
Very likely, you will not understand what this photograph represents to me.
Please, I ask for your tolerance and that you read on.
To everyone else, those who have followed me for years, you will already know most of what I am about to write, so it is up to you if you want to read on.
If you choose not to read on, this will probably answer your question: 68 ½ inches wide.
Now, back to the rest of you.
I live a “Field to Table” lifestyle.
That means I don’t buy meat at the supermarket; I eat wild game. And it isn’t legal to “buy” wild game meat here in Canada. The only way to get it, is to hunt for it, like every single one of our ancestors did.
I grew up in a trailer park, on the outskirts of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan and if my father, Hal, didn’t get a moose each fall, we ate macaroni and chickens from our cousin’s farm.
So, for me, moose meat has always been a part of my staple diet. Caribou, deer, fish and seafood (all that I catch myself) are also on the menu when I want a change of diet.
My wife, Serena, is a lifetime vegetarian, and I also love eating vegetables, so we grow a huge garden and have an apple, plum and pear orchard. We pick wild berries and can, freeze, dry or otherwise put food away for the winter.
We also happen to love w**e, so we grow our own grapes in our own vineyard and drink our own w**e.
Because of the “providing animal protein for yourself” lifestyle I live, I have a deep understanding of Nature’s irrefutable continuum, life begets death, begets life begets death.
So, for me, this photo represents a cherished memory of an event that has allowed me to pay respect to AND to be an active participant in that reality.
The hundreds of pounds of 100% organic meat from this moose, will go to feed my family and our friends and a good part of it will also go to the First Nations elders in the local community, those who are too incapacitated to hunt a moose for themselves, but still desire to live the “Field to Table” lifestyle that has always been their way of life.
This photo, at its essence is NOT about ego, as the close-minded ideologues will scream.
It is a snapshot of a spiritual moment.
Whether it is taking a photo or painting the animal on a cave wall, it is a ritual.
It is a ceremony.
It is a “touching of the ancestral soul” that exists inside all of us…but that few of us will ever access.
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