my own experience
Jan 23, 2011 23:04:53 GMT -5
Post by trapperjohn on Jan 23, 2011 23:04:53 GMT -5
Just thought i would give my story. I loved this book. That was a real life, i thought. I wanted to live like those boys from age 9. I started trapping muskrats in central ontario at 9. The ontario govt would not let me get a trapping license until 16, would not let me take the course. So i trapped anyway. So they called me a poacher, and have done so for the rest of my life - they literally, called me that all over the world, no matter where i went, i was viewed with hatred and suspicion as a 'poacher,' for not waiting 7 years until i was sixteen for the nazis of lindsay ontario. I work like a dog for 12 hours a day in construction on my own debt laden house, because no one will hire me. i have owned a registered line once in bc, had to sell as i was broke. I have been dogged by that poacher description my whole life. I have been abused by constant judgement, criticism, harassment, cut off of women, money, publications, sports, everything, because i was a real trapper. i never quit, i never gave up. nobody stops me and nobody will stop me. i will see them all dead first, if i have to live to be 140. i don't care about people anymore, i don't care about women, i don't care about anything anymore. I will trap, i will tan my own furs in the bush, i will wear them, I will live like the animal i have become, and I will sing the songs of this rotten society's destruction when it is gone. i trapped on foot south of germanson landing bc, i slept in the snow in 30 below, i walked 30 miles a day alone with no dogs, on snoshoes, pulling my own sled. i starved that winter and ate a few lynx. no sled dog was ever treated like I was. I have a master's degree and withdrew from a phd, I have been blacklisted from all english speaking media my whole life. The indians tried to kill me, the whites hated me because i looked like an indian with my tan. i kept trapping. I fought everyone and anyone, hand to hand, weapons, ring, no ring, gloves, no gloves, referee, no referee, no holds barred, rules, no rules. i have been armed and fighting for survival my whole life. My body is a mass of scars and broken bones. i have sets on my place right now, and my neighbors hate me for it. Modern canada hates trapping, hates trappers, hates a free and independent life, hates a love for nature, hates a love for animals, and for 34 years, has clearly expressed that it hates me for loving that book. Modern canada loves homosexuals, crimestoppers, and television. I live alone. I should get my debts paid off this year, and I will pull back into the bush. BC is not as abusive as ontario, they leave you alone more. You can buy a line here. I would never have been given a line in ontario, not in a million years, and ontario is polluted everywhere anyway. i had to fight mixed martial arts and bare knuckle boxing overseas, no one would book me here - I was a degroot, and a trapper, and a poacher, even though I followed all the seasons, followed each and every license requirement from the date I was permitted to do so, fought for the health of animals and the land, fought polluters my whole life, and I have been an honest man my whole life. What a country. Oh canada.
that's my experience.
that's my experience.
