Sunday Morning in Paradise,Similkameen Valley, BC

I sure slept well.  I love the mattress in the Maverick camper. Quiet night. I was reading late and noted the neighbours in their campers and tents were all lights out by then.  In the distance there was the highway with an infrequent vehicle passing.  Night bird sounds.  Some breeze in the evergreens.  I dreamed fine dreams of friends and fondness. I awoke with light and fell back to sleep. More dreaming.
Then Gilbert grunted softly, his way of letting me know he was awake and bored.  I got up then and liked my little house on wheels.  Used the in house toilet. Then carried my little blind dog outside.  It was a moment of synchornicity.  My two nearest trailer neighbours were exiting their mobiles at just that moment. One had a coffee. The other was walking down to the creek with his towel.  I felt like I’d linked into the tribal consciousness.  We were the single guys here. The trailer with all the kids is still quiet and it’s been an hour or so.
I walked Gilbert. The older couple in the tent were up walking their little dog.  It seemed the thing to do. I thought yesterday was Sunday and fussed about going to church.  Only late in the day when I rode into Princeton did I realize it was Saturday.  Now it’s Sunday and the thought crossed my mind to take the KTM 690 and go to church but I expect I’ll pack up leisurely instead.  Another neighbour has come out of his trailer.  That’s the fellow with the pretty wife. The two played horseshoes down at the pit.
Gilbert liked the walk. Even though he was blind he handled walking among the rocks and boulders down to the stream where he had a sip of the water. Yesterday I’d washed him with Irish Spring soap, him standing belly high in the creek.  I threw water on him and rinsed him with crows flying overhead.  I was having a time with my flip flops getting stuck in the sand.  He got out ahead of me and proceeded to roll around in the sand before being visited by a really big German Shepherd.  Gilberts a social little fellow so having a meeting made up for the torture of being made to smell pretty.
I used the last of the ground coffee to make this morning’s cup.  I made toast on stove top toaster then smeared the four pieces with peanut butter.  With a couple of Iogo Yogurt I sat outside eating breakfast watching the birds flitting from tree to tree.  I finished off the Texas Paladin Rides Again western wondering about the minds of the guys writing these.  Pure fantasy.  Man hunting and killing and coming back to the bad woman turned good with marriage.  The marshall and the ex whore.  The marshall kills the man who reminds her of her past.  It’s horses and simplicity and revenge and morality.  Easy reading beside a stream surrounded by pine and fir.
I rode the KTM 690 again last night.  After barbecuing a couple of steaks I had with sticks of carrots and celery, Gilbert shared the steak but had no interest in the vegetables, I took the Ruger 22 Rifle and rode out on the bike.  Gilbert with a full belly was left to guard the home.
A Stellar’s Jay has just landed on the tree and then the ground in front of me.  Black tufted head and blue body.  Lovely bird. I’d been watching a couple of them flitting between the trees, now thankful to have this one come closer.
I rode the KTM up the mountain road, annoyed with the fresh gravel that makes the road a bit of a challenge. Cordoroy and lose gravel.  Once I got to the steep part I had more traction.  I decided I didn’t want to go all the way up and turned about to take the trail into the first plateau, chickening out with the first major dip off the road.  Further along I took an easier path only to end up in bog.  Now here I liked that the KTM was only 300 lbs.  I dismounted and  was just able to pull the bike out of the mud and turn it enough that getting back on I could gun it out of the mess I was in.  I gave up finding a place to target practice up there and headed back to the highway in the other direction.
I remembered a Canyon road from years past and headed up there as the sun was setting.  I’d not have a lot of light for shooting.  I also had to take a cattle trail up to the rock slide clearing maneuvering around big boulders. I stalled a few times still getting used to the gears and fearful of giving it so much throttle that it would send me off the road and down the mountain.  I really was pleased with the bike when I got to the plateau.  I’d brought a target and put that out where the rockslide would be a back drop.  I’d carried the break down Ruger in it’s soft case on a strap over my shoulder.  I put the pieces together and loaded in the Ruger semi auto clip.  Right off I was hitting the target at a 100 feet.  I set it out at the distance I’m mostly shooting grouse and rabbits at.  I was shooting a nice pattern but all a few inches low so I adjusted the sights till I was consistently putting a grouping just a half inch from the centre. I could have started on another box and got the grouping right around the centre itself but while a few had hit bullseyes the majority were still a half inch low.
Standing shooting I remembered my brother and I as kids competing for our target shooting diploma. I got the bronze for lying prone shooting, my brother got the silver for kneeling.  The range was indoor and up the street from us like a bowling alley would be.  As kids we loved it. I doubt the young people would have access to this now in Canada.  Sad really.  I remember my brother, Dad and I having a good time in that range plunking away at targets.  We didn’t have paint ball back then so maybe that’s the thing today. Different attitude.  Fantasy and war. Target practice was more precision,  like golf and putting and driving ranges.
I’d watched the sun go behind the mountain and the clouds go pink with colour. It was dark but still light enough to see when I broke down the Ruger and loaded it back into it’s soft case.  Getting back on the KTM I turned on the light and enjoyed the wide beam.  Riding over the open field trying to avoid boulders and pot holes and cow paddies I liked that light.  Going down the hill I really was cautious, first gear, braking with my right foot toes touching with my light grip on the forward brake, hard to see the rocks and holes in the increasing dark. Glad to be back on the Canyon road, pretty much a trail itself but really well lit up with the beams of light.  I liked that light beam  stretched right across the road. I worry about animals bounding out at night and a narrow beam wouldn’t pick up their eyes in the light. The KTM light was perfect. The high beam was fine too but I used he low beam as I rode out admiring the view of the winding river below as it appeared between the trees. .  Back on the highway I gunned the bike to 90 km and was back at the camp in no time. Gilbert was pleased to see me and we settled in for the night.  He stretched out on the floor. I lit a candle and read more about Jubal Cole in the western.
I’d read a couple of chapters of Jordan Peterson’s 12 rules.  I liked his reflections on the divisions of gender, yin and yang, then the next division, parental.  There’s depth in his writing.  An antidote to the superficiality that happens with so much history forgotten and all news apparently questionable as truth no longer is agreed and arts stadents want to argue the ‘facts’ of science. Fantasy so much easier than physics and chemistry.
Perhaps too many leaders are parachuted to the top.  I think of the British Navy where everyone rose from the ranks and even the admirals had climbed to the top of the rigging in the tall ships. It’s not just the radical feminists but more so the lawyers and bureaucrats who believe they can lead without experience.  So many political leaders with no experience of real life or even a sense of history. They sit in board rooms and come up with ideas and tell people what they want like the communists with their plans that lead to millions of Ukranians starving to death.  Mind and body. The drunks and addicts with all their ideas and over and over again the sober say, if you talk the talk, walk the walk.
I’m no longer a leader. I once was but didn’t like the politics I suppose.  A while back sitting in a cafe, a nearby man asking what I did wanted to talk to me about addiction, spouting lines from the media, ideas of marketting marijuana and I didnt want to discuss it.  I tell him that subject is work to me. I want them to register that when I an old man say, I’m a psychiatrist that I’m aware. He began to ask questions and showed the inherent disrespect for knowledge. I played the verbal ping pong, ask him back what he does. Do that dance for a bit but register the ‘social’ and ‘salesman’ ‘getting to know you’ and realize I don’t want to ‘make friends’. That’s so often my experience with strangers. I’m wrapped up in myself. Intensely with people in my work so off work at lunch in a coffee shop I want privacy and peace.  I can see the guy was miffed. Like paparazzi, he felt entitled to another time and space but wasn’t paying. I wasn’t buying. He was miffed.
I am glad however for the neighbour here.. He is a good neighbour and when he asks me what I do I say but also say I don’t want to talk about work,  he backs off. Nice man.  Lived in Mexico.  Works here.  I realize how ‘prickly’ I am.  I like the proximity of others now. Camping with Laura I’ve appreciated her pleasure in this but I don’t want to ‘get to know you’.  I’m too much with people, intensely, deeply in their lives, daily.  I want to be aloof here.  Enjoying my own company, the quiet. But interested in liking a picnic table and the proximity of others , each campsite a few hundred feet removed from the next.  I’d not like to be closer like other campsites. This government built one shows the wisdom and sense of our beurocrats in the ministry of outdoors and tourism.  I knock bureaucrats too much .  They do fine work but there are too many of them and I’m just disheartened by all the taxes and their tendency to vote for fools who give other peoples money away to lackies and other countries.
Yet here  I am enjoying the product of government, the clean sites and well arranged camps. All along the river there are places like this. Same for the Duffy lake  area. I like all these government wilderness campgrounds with just out houses, picnic table and steel pit for campfires.  I like the local woman who comes by collecting the $6  (regular $12 but as a senior I get half price)for a night maintenance fee.  I could have stayed where I was the first night for free but I’ve enjoyed this social experience.  On my motorcycle I’ve been off alone in the back country, at times thinking if I hurt myself how long before I’d be found.  I had some near misses on the motorcycle almost careening off the mountain as I gained experience with the new machine, the brakes and gears.  A couple of moments of very steep learning curve. My muscles ache today from the exercise and use of joints not pressed into such hard service for some time.

It’s been hot. Very hot. I’ve drunk a whole lot of pop and enjoyed the bottles of flavoured Perrier water. I get too much sugar in the canned drinks.  I’ve gained a manly pot myself and would like to see the pear shape go.  All this exercise helps. Just climbing in and out of the camper, riding the motorcycle on the trails. Lots of upper body action I can feel today.  Counter balance to the gluttony and sloth of winter.
I see fisherman out on the stream down from the rapids. I’ve got my fly rod and spin rod but have been lazy about getting out there. If I wasn’t packing up today I’d go now.  The sun is hot already.  Cleared the tops of trees and landing warm on my side.  Work tomorrow then I’m off to Reno for a few days of medical comference. Laura staying with the home and pets.  She finds being at my place holiday from her city life with all the traffic and people. My little community is off the grid.  I’ve liked places like that in the city. Staying at the marina I never felt the pressure I did living in an apartment downtown. The same is true for my place in Burnaby.  I liked the quiet beside the river, with the walk in the woods for the dog.
It’s been great. I could see just going across country like Brian did.  He loved that tour. That’s the dream.  Now I’m just outfitting for the adventure.  Open ended time. Like the summer vacations of childhood.  Off the clock and off the calendar.  My neighbour had already set up and is attaching his Scamp to the jeep.  I’m impressed with the speed. I’d better follow his lead and begin to load up. I’m worried about the bike.  I’ve yet to push it up on the back hitch all by myself.  This will be the third time. I’ll see if I can do it.  If I can it will be a good thing. Part of being here is knowing I can ask another human for help. It’s not a muscular thing, more about stability. I’ve got to be holding the bike while tying it down. It will go well. God is good.
Thank you Jesus.

Bow Hunting Stone Creek, BC

Having driven all day Friday night and most of Saturday I pulled off Hwy 97 at the Stone Creek Forest Service Road. I have the BC Backwoods Atlas so saw some campsites in the wilderness to the south east of Prince George.  It was getting to evening and I was concerned not knowing the area (pulling 26 foot Rockwood Mini lite RV trailer it's impossible to turn without sufficiently large clearing) and just wanted to camp. I eventually found a clearing which had been used by hunters for target practice.  Targets on the hill and shells everywhere.  It was good enough.  I wanted to sight in my rifles next day anyway.
When I worried about shooting there scaring away game, I remembered hearing about the deer that walked across the rifle range when every one was target practicing.
That night I fried up some pork chops and boiled frozen peas to eat with chips.  It was a great meal finished off with cherry ice cream and blue berries and cream.  I could have had either dessert alone.  It wasn't like anyone but my waist was watching.
Gilbert was real glad to help me with the pork chops too.
The alarm went off at 5:30 but before that the batteries had died running the propane heater all night. I noted later there was a charging problem but that morning all I noted was the chill. It was all I could do to get myself out of bed, skip washing and  hot coffee, just have  a cold starbucks double shot and get on our way before I changed my mind.  Bed is so seductive.
I loved hiking off at a tai chi pace with the dog on heel and a bow over my shoulder.  The light was just coming up. All was still and quiet.  I was wearing leather canoe shoes to minimize sound.  Gilbert was hyped.  We kung fu'd a mile or so then sat watching the sun come over the trees. Dawn is beautiful especially hunting. No game though. Only a few fresh deer trails and one moose track.  Young bear tracks but no older bear.  Very little in deed.
Slowly but surely I walked to the outer reaches of where I could get along the off road logging road with a truck. If I shot something I had to haul it out so I  wasn't going to go miles cross country backwoods where if I shot something I'd have to haul it out on my back. I'd done that once with a moose and a few times with deer when I was younger but the other 6 moose and elk I'd shot within eye sight of a road. Hauling the 800 lbs of elk over rough terrain 2 years ago had taken all day.  Three of us carried a moose I shot a mile or so from the road and I once shot a deer a couple of miles from the road and had to carry that on my back through rivers.  Great experience when young and inexperienced.  My favourite moose I shot was running towards the road and collapsed literally beside a logging road so I only had to haul the quarters out of the ditch and lift them into the back of the Safari van I had at the time.
No, come to think of it , the very best moose I shot was with Luke and Tom. They hauled the moose  down the hill to the road while I gave them instructions on field dressing. I only had to help them lift it up into the truck.
I didn't see anything till I wandered back to the RV and truck around 10:30 am.  There was a big black bear standing outside the door like it had come to visit and found no one home. It looked at me. I had my bow. It seemed further away than it actually was.  Gilbert didn't bark but stayed right by my side. In retrospect I could have shot it with the bow but I didn't.  I thought it was too far away but it was in fact only about 60 yards. When I was siting in my rifles later I figured the distance but somehow I thought it was further and that I needed to be closer with the bow. The bear slowly ambled off the road while I tried to casually come forward like maybe I was just wanting a hug, you know a bear hug.  It wasn't having any of that and ran into the woods, amazingly fast for it's size.
Despite shooting three bears and enjoying eating bear meat I've never been overly anxious to shoot bear since I was charged by the bear I dropped with heart shot.  My dog, Shinto, ran to the bear and the bear jumped up and ran in the woods. Shinto ran after, I ran after Shinto only to have Shinto pass me as I ran through bush going in the other direction, the bear barrelling along behind him right at me. I began back pedalling frantically while unloading my rifle  into the back of the bear , the barrel nearly touching it.  Thankfully it  veered off after several shots through both lungs running straight up a tree.
I reloaded and  shot it several times more before I severed the spine bringing it crashing down from a height of two story building.
When I dissected the bear I found the first shot, by direction, had passed through both lungs and taken off the tip of the heart but hadn't punctured a ventricle.  Another three shots passed through the lungs from above. Then another couple of shots hit the back coming from below.  A couple more shots were in the muscle of the shoulder and rump.  At least four lethal shots were in the bear with a couple of wounding shots.  I'd shot at least 9 or ten shot and couldn't account for a couple which I may well have shot wide while running back wards. My bolt action stainless steel Ruger 30:06 held 5 shots with one up the barrel. I was using 180 nozzle partition bullets at the time.  I dropped several shells reloading after the charge, before shooting the next four shot while it was up the tree.  It all happened so fast. Literally everything was happening in nano seconds, the whole thing going down in minutes.
Overall I was shocked and impressed by how long the bear carried on with all that lead in it.  It gave me a real appreciation of stories of men carrying on all shot up.  Makes me appreciate the advantage of a head shot though the next bear I shot died with one heart shot at 100 yards.
I've not shot a bear with a bow and arrow yet.  I think it may be I have to get up the nerve.  Obviously my Excalibur bow with the razor blade tipped arrows is truly lethal. I shot deer with my less powerful Browning compound crossbow before getting the Excalibur.  I just think bear are more unpredictable.
With this bear gone I made a fine Starbucks expresso coffee and sat on the steps enjoying the fine  brew.  Starbucks coffee in the woods sure beats Starbucks coffee in the city.
After that I was sore and tired and feeling my age in my back with stalking all that distance with all the gear I carry.  In addition to my bow and arrows, I have Bushnell Binoculars around my neck, 2 knives, my cold steel hunting knife, a folding knife, knife sharpener and leatherman tool and satellite phone on my belt.  I appreciate the back complaints police have carrying the stuff they carry as part of their daily work uniform.
In addition I carry extra arrow heads and some special bird shot razor heads in my fanny pack, along with compass, tin of sardines, and bottle of juice, toilet paper and lighter.  When I have a rifle I carry about 25 rounds of ammo, I know 10 rounds is more than enough but I appreciate the soldiers having the weight of the 100 rounds minimum they usually carried on patrol. 30 rounds of 30:06 is weight enough, 10 rounds on my belt, 10 more in my fanny pack and five in my rifle.  I only have 6 arrows when I'm bow hunting. I used to have an extra quiver which allowed me to carry another 4 or 5 but it wore out with all the razor heads and I've not replaced it yet.  The limitation with the bow is that reloading takes time so I'm lucky if I would get more than 1 or 2 shots. I dud once get 5 shots off with the browning compound.  It was faster to load than the Excalibur.    I've lost several arrows shooting grouse, missing one before hitting the grouse with the reload.  Normally only grouse will wait around. One stunned deer seemed to wonder what were the irritating 'bugs' flying past it as it stood and let me miss repeatedly
That's all just a lead up to my guilt about  climbing in the truck.  I love my truck.  Ford 350 Harley Davidson edition 4x4.  It's got heated seats and a sun roof. I just feel guilty about 'road' hunting before noon.  But at 11 am I justified driving around as I didn't know the territory.  I didn't see any game but had a great adventure just driving all round the territory for the next few hours.  The sun was hot and I ate lunch up on a meadow. Gilbert loved every time I got out of the truck to look around certain there must be a grouse or at least a yellow tennis ball to be found somewhere. He's an eternal optimist!
In the after noon it was really hot.  Back at the RV I stripped to underwear and  set up targets.  As usual I hit a fairly tight pattern a couple of inches just off the bull's eye at a hundred yards.  That's good enough for me.  I could probably adjust my scope and practice more to get all bull's eyes but next time I picked up the rifle I would likely shoot a tight pattern an inch away from the centre. When I shot cans at 100 yards I hit them all dead center. I'm an okay shot with an animal too which for me is better than being exact with targets and off with game.
Unfortunately I found my Mossberg 30:30 misfired after three shots. I think it's the oil I put in the rifle. It had been left out in freezing weather last winter and I think the oil wasn't rated. I was just glad to find this out before going bear hunting with this rifle.  I take my rifles into Reliable Guns in Vancouver and their gunsmiths have been the best over the years.  I once had a rifle fail on a hunt far north but had had the forethought to buy a second in case of that given I'd taken 2 weeks off work and a dead rifle would have ruined the hunt. I don't have a back up bow but I've ever since had two big game rifles.
I had a Ruger 22/10, the finest of 22 rifles along as well.  By law you can't shoot big game with 22 but I did have my new Brazilian Boito 12 gauge with interchangeable 20 gauge over under barrels. Because of the chokes in the barrels I couldn't use slugs but had buck shot for both gauges.  Some of the guys I know have just one rifle but always take along their 12 gauge shot gun with buckshot as back up.  I'm usually overtooled but then hunting birds and big game takes 3 tools at least, a bit like golfing.
In fact a 12 gauge can with different loads cover all bases. If a person could only have one gun that would be it because it can be used for everything. For big game it's lethality is maximal at a 100 yards compared to the 300 to 400 yards shots I've had with my Ruger 30:06.
I only shot off a dozen rounds of 30:06 before I was satisfied but I did shoot off another 50 or so 22 rounds getting excellent groupings on targets at 50 yards and making cans dance like they're supposed to in cowboy movies.  I' ve never tired to shoot coins out of the air. I've shot deer and grouse and rabbits on the run so I'm not that bad with moving targets but I'm still not very good at skeet.
Skeet shooting,  to my mind,  is excellent training in shooting and something I really should do more of, if only for the fun and camaraderie.  I most enjoyed this when I worked in Comox Hospital and shot with other doctors at the Cumberland Club.  I remember going out on occasion with my father who was a far better duck hunter than me but not that much better at skeet shooting.  It's all in knowing where the target will be.  Skeet shooting is the most  comraderie of target practicing.
While driving about I came across a lovely clearing with a meat rack built by other hunters in previous years.  When I returned to the RV I battened down the insides and hitched it up to the truck to pull it around to the new site.  There was a likelier looking hunting spot within walking distance up the road too.
In the evening I went out with my 30:06 on my back  loaded , 10 rounds on my belt, and my Excalibur cross bow over my shoulder cocked and loaded.  Gilbert was an amazing dog staying right on heel beside me though he really wanted to range ahead.  I was ready with the bow for deer and the rifle for bear.
Again I tai chi kung fu stalked my way up the side logging road to the top of the hill. I stopped and glassed everything every few feet. I stood stock still for long periods too. Finally I saw a movement a few hundred yards ahead of me. I couldn't tell what sort of animal it was in my binoculars. It actually looked like a goat at first.  Standing right there on the side of the logging road. Using the 10 power scope on the rifle, I thought it must be a coyote.  As I got closer that's what it turned out to be.  We stared at each other about a hundred yards apart.
I figured it could be a young female enamoured by Gilbert but I'd heard how a coyote will call a dog out in the woods playing one on one before the pack comes in to kill and eat it as a group.  I don't shoot dogs or coyotes or wolves since I wouldn't care to eat them though would if hungry enough.  Cougar sure was tasty and I'd not normally consider eating cat.  Just a thing with the dog family though. Gilbert stayed close to me and though he seemed aware of the other dog. This worried me because if it was just another dog he might as easily have bolted to join it but now he stayed with me as if this was his 'pack'. He was with the lead dog and wasn't going to let this 'competitor' get between me and him.   Which was good because if the coyote came closer or Gilbert had gone towards it and not responded to my calls I would have dropped the bow, gone for my gun and dropped it to protect Gilbert.
Personally I had no fear because of the bow and arrow cocked and ready but it was a bit eerie to be followed by this wild animal for the next half hour or so as I stalked across the hillside for a mile or two.   I got a picture with my iPhone but had I had my Canon Powershot camera along I'd have got a really great shot with the 20x zoom.  I love the iPhone though because it's so compact and always with me.
The coyote left us when we came down to walk along the river trail.  I thought it made us more vulnerable for a surprise attack by anything but trust Gilbert's ears and my bow. I was a little spooked by the coyote and prefer the feeling of predator versus prey out hunting. Hunting alone has certainly raised my appreciation for the courage and training of the military who every patrol have to worry about an 'ambush'.
I've been stalked in the woods by cougar and had encounters with packs of wolves. They're predators like the opportunistic coyotes but they're not equally armed with the ability to reach out and touch someone at 500 yards or more.  Whenever I think of war I feel the terror that men must feel with all the traps and snares and possibilities of dying that fill every hour of their times overseas.  I figure it's more than enough to just go hunting and harvest food without having to do it in the days of the natives when one tribal group was competing for food with another and ready to kill any stranger with bow and arrow from ambush.
I 'm just thankful today I can hunt with only the greatest danger being tripping and breaking a limb climbing about on the rocky terrains.  I got off the road a hundred yards or more at times if only to eat handfuls of the incredible blue berries which were everywhere this year.
I couldn't understand no grouse but figure the earlier years dryness and the coyotes might have reduced their population which really cycles against their predators.
On the way back I let Gilbert run free so he could do his cocker spaniel bouncing through the grass with all his circles along the road to flush out game. If there'd been anything there he'd have conjured it. He sure likes his work.
Back at the RV I gave him a' little caesar" wet dog food which he coyoted down before begging my montreal smoked meat which I made sandwiches with, eating while reading Harbingers the Christian thriller I 'd begun.  I didn't last long before sleep took over.
An even better sleep but early waking with cold as the propane heater stopped working again as the batteries were drained.  I remember I'd used the generator  more when I was out in the woods a couple of years back.  I wasn't so gung ho about going out bow hunting that morning so got out the generator to charge the batteries while I made some coffee.  I decided that since I'd made all this noise and that I really had a long trip ahead I should get ready. I had a shower and moseyed about some.  Finally after a couple of hours I was in the truck with Gilbert with the RV packed up.
I decided I didn't have time to hunt more because if I did shoot something I might not have time after cleaning and dressing and hauling to get back to Vancouver .  I had 650 km to drive and wanted to find an RV storage place along the way to store the RV.
I saw one rabbit on the way out.  Indeed before the weekend was over I'd see 4 all together.  No grouse but 4 rabbits. Usually I don't see so many rabbits.  They're quick though.
On the way up north I'd had "A Sensitive New Age Spy" audio book. It had certainly made the trip seem a lot shorter.  On the way back though I only had the radio.
I often criticize the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation CBC for their radical left wing news and all their catering to political correctness and special interest groups. That said I think it's got some of the greatest programs in radio.
Well, this trip south I was thoroughly blessed by CBC and so thankful to be able to listen to some of the most incredible radio available. I'd just ridden through 5 US states on my motorcycle thankful for Steve Bell and Third Day and Steppenwolf CD's because US radio really overall sucked.  Some good music but only once or twice did I get good talk radio.
This trip south CBC was a world of joy.  I so enjoyed the book reviews and discussions on Next Chapter. Brilliant coverage and great interviews.  I found myself so wanting to go out and buy each of the books .  Next I heard a really sensitive interview of singer songwriter John Mayer with cuts from his new Paradise album.  As well, Arthur Shaeffer was interviewed discussing the new Museum of Civil Rights opening in Winnipeg.  Philosopher Grayling and Germaine Greer are coming to their speaker series and will be covered on the CBC Ideas.  There was a superb program with call in s discussing the difficulties with student unemployment, some 15% of graduates compared to the 7% for the country while in spain 50% of young people are unemployed.  I really enjoyed a series of interviews about farming and people renting farm land to do farming for market gardens.  One Pakistan fellow had developed five acres for asian niche market farming the crops that had previously taken days to get to Canada.  I liked learning that our universities were teaching too much academics. In Europe a 'practical' hands on 'farm university' had been developed farm farmers to teach real farming rather than all the erudite material about academic ecology.  Another progressive Canadian program coupled farm 'internships' with their academic programs . This had resulted in 5 students joining together to develop a farm run by these 5 families.
All the while the news was about Syrian chemical warfare and Obama wanting to get the americans to do a limited strike or trying to get opinion on side to show himself politically to be an understanding guy unlike his predecessor who was seen to have 'pushed' a war on the americans. I'm suspicious about politics since it's principal goal is to get votes and stay in power regardless.  The Russians are saying the chemical weapon wasn't set off by Syrians so the conspiracy theorists see it as an American ploy.  Surprisingly CBC news for once just 'reported' and didn't skew the subject far to the left by selecting propagandists to interview. It really wasn't so puke producingly stupid as the marijuana influenced News seems regularly.  Maybe because it's such a big event there wasn't room for the news folk to dwell on the paroguing of parliament ad infinitum or not comment appropriately on Troudeau and Ford going on about their dope smoking.  One can't help but think that if the Conservative Prime Minister said he'd done anything off colour or even flagrantly illegal like Troudeau, CBC would be all over it like flies to shit.  Oddly Mulcair the NDP leader didn't even get coverage that day.  What's that about?
I listened to CBC and had one of the most enjoyable rides with some of the finest listening I have had. I love Bachman's music shows and Vinyl Cafe stories.  I remember growing up glued to CBC and loving Barbara From especially. I didn't like the idea of the music being changed to that show. I loved through all my medical training years listening to CBC.
I don't think I've grown that much more conservative with aging but I know CBC news and some of it's program swung way out there into irrelevance and anti government in a really bizarre way.  It sounded so childish and adolescent at times.
This day it was the greatest of radio stations and something Canadians could be proud of.   I listened to hours of programming and was thoroughly impressed and truly grateful for the ride.  Gilbert was happy to eat milk bones leaving me the bag of fresh vegetable chunks.  Even an interview of Suzuki was interesting though he's such a modern day doomsayer that one can't help but liken him to Tammy Baker for his evangelical 'pitch' and showmanship. He's news and the CBC let him say his piece. I've gagged at their refusal to ask their hero any really tough questions in past interviews but this time they just let him speak and other than his nihilism I didn't even change the channel.  I had CD's and could have listened to music all the way home but CBC really captured me like it did in the old days when it wasn't so left wing city elitist.  It seemed to have found it's broad national base again and be truly a publicly responsible publicly funded federal radio.  I can only hope so.
Last year the programming was so minority focused playing to weird far left slice of whining Canadians that I thought the whole CBC should be scrapped rather than just funding cut. Funding cuts seems to have addressed some of the thoroughly arrogant and hippy dippy dead weight if this trips listening was representative of a new trend. CBC seemed  actually to be trying to speak to all of Canada their Toronto and Montreal audience.
I've always liked the BBC and only wish that CBC could find the depth and breadth of centrist thinking that makes their news coverage so broad.  As for individual programming despite a low budget because too much goes to the weak theoried news CBC programs have been far better than anything Britiain or the States has to offer.  "As it happens" when it came out was the best in the world. Now I've heard interviews of that caliber once again. Next Chapter's book reviews were better than New York times.  Great CBC. Go figure!
I loved the beauty of the country side, hay fields, pine forests. lakes.  British Columbia is spectacular. The towns are each and every one a true joy.  I can't help but think of Margot Bates ' Don't tell your mother' as I drive through them.  I just wished I 'd time to stop in Lac La Heche, have coffee in 100 mile house, enjoy William's Lake more.  There's so much community and culture and uniqueness to interior and northern bc.
I took the Lillouet route back and passed down through Pemberton and Whistler on the Sea to Sky Coastal highway.  More beautiful views. I've travelled this road so many times but really loved the views this time.  Finally I was back home in Vancouver a little after 10. By the time I got things in storage having left my RV up north it was late.  Past midnight before I was wound down enough to sleep.
 Gilbert and I had a great long weekend.  We both enjoyed the MacDonalds Hamburgers we got in Squamish.  Gilbert almost climbed in the window to help the chef prepare his paddy. He actually is 'triggered'  by the golden arches.  The humour is his 'disappointment' with parking lot attendants he sometimes confuses with fast food drive through windows.
I didn't shoot the burger with an arrow and enjoyed it all the same.
A silly city girl once wrote into the newspapers that "hunters should stop killing animals and get their meat from the grocery store where no animals are harmed."  While Gilbert and I would have gladly brought back game, despite the lack of, this was one of my best hunts if only for the wonderful weather, scenery and great time in the wilderness.
I had stripped and dipped in a mountain stream when I was driving around the backwoods but had a lovely swim in Marble Canyon near Lillouet on the way home.  The weather the whole weekend was fabulous.  I've so enjoyed this summer with all the sun shine and blue sky.
I never did get out on the motorcycle. I thought about carrying the bow and Gilbert  and didn't find the time to do that. We've done okay with a rifle and Gilbert, so next hunt we'll do some more off road motorcycling as well.  This time I really enjoyed the quiet stalking even though it was tiring and hard on muscles too used to a sitting at a desk.
A great long weekend.  Dad never worried too much when he came home from hunting or fishing empty handed.  The best hunts are sometimes like that.

Princeton, BC - Hunting

Princeton was one of the first places I hunted in BC back in the late 80's.  I was driving a old VW Rabbit then. I tried to get up the icy logging road without success.  I parked the Rabbit and hiked the trails.
Another time I'd get caught on the top of a mountain when a blizzard came in.  I had to hike back to the Astro Van I had at the time.  I had chains but the road down was icy from the sleet and snow. I skiied and skidded down the mountain switchbacks thankful to get to the highway at the bottom alive.
I've shot mule deer here.  I've shot a lot of grouse too.
I've camped in little tents and stayed in several of the hotels and cabins in the area.  Princeton has great accomodation.
This time I 've come with the Ford F350 diesel 4x4 Harley Davidson Edition truck and the Polaris Sportsman 500 ATV.
The Polaris Sportsman 500 ATV has been serviced and all souped up since my last time out.  The guys at FiveSports in Chilliwack put in another gun rack, a gas can and rack, as well as a windshield and heated hand grips as well as a heated thumb throttle.  I love it.
The rain turned to sleet this morning and when the sun came up there was no heat till the afternoon.  
I'm staying at Canada Best Buy Princeton Inn. It's pet friendly and has a hot tub.
Today it was cold in the morning. I had a slow start so was able to get sausage and eggers for Gilbert and I at the drive through A&W.
I saw several doe but no bucks. I actually came on a herd of 8 does at one point. I sure was trying to put horns on one of those.
A doe and young one waited in a field for me to take a picture of  the young one.
At noon I was back in town getting an Elk tag at the great Princeton Outdoors Store. I bought my three piece cammo hunting outfit there and have used it for years. They're as knowledgeable and helpful with hunting information as they are with trout fishing.
I shot a grouse. I shot it in the head with my Ruger Stainless Steel Semi Auto 22 Rifle.  Gilbert was ecstactic. Perhaps tomorrow I'll find the elusive immature moose or a buck or a 6 point elk.  I could even shoot a bear if I found one.  The later in the season, the more inclement the weather, the more game possibilities.