Remembering Richly: The Rewarding Outdoors
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Prominent outdoor writer and dog breeder, Gord McIntyre, looks back over a life spent in the outdoors in Remembering Richly: The Rewarding Outdoors.
Beautifully illustrated with woodcuts by Julie McIntyre, Gord’s daughter, this book is a contemplative ─ and at times poetic ─ look at hunting, fishing, camping,
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Remembering Richly - Gord McIntyre
Remembering Richly
The Rewarding Outdoors
Gord McIntyre
5 Leckie Lane
Burnstown, Ontario K0J 1G0
www.burnstownpublishing.com
Copyright © 2015
Gord McIntyre
Remembering Richly — The Rewarding Outdoors
Soft Cover: ISBN 978-1-77257-006-9
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Original illustrations: Julie McIntyre
Editor: J. Karchmar
Cover and Interior Design: W.D. Clements
Published and Printed in Canada.
To my selfless brother, Robert.
There was no quit in the man.
What sets a canoeing expedition apart is that it purifies you more rapidly and inescapably than any other. Travel a thousandmiles by train and you are a brute; pedal five hundred miles on a bicycle and you remain a bourgeois; paddle a hundred in a canoe and you are already a child of nature.
Pierre Elliott Trudeau
The Park
The wind whispers wistfully
to the barren crescent moon
behind grey scudding skies
Shadows hang dejected
from lonesome, tall trees
planted apart for society’s eyes
An open part in a city’s heart
squared by streetlights
and cracked, aged asphalt
Horns, brakes, sirens, gears:
a howling cacophony
baying a sterile oasis.
Gord McIntyre
Contents
Acknowledgements
Prologue
The Outdoors
Lonefiring
Little Orange Radio
Canoe Camping
Poke Stick
Tenting
Little Girls Lost and Mark
Inexplicable
Temagami Memory
French Idyll
Wakami Lake
Early Spring and Sugar Shack
Voyageur Echoes
Camping Tips
Fishing
Worming
Bass Opener
Name Change; Same Game
Hunting
Bambi Revisited
Herself and Fur
Real Hunters
Uncle Bob and Sanco
Going Coonhounding
B’ar Huntin’—Tennessee Style
Bronco Willy
Bluetick Party
On Hunting
Dog Stories
Training Pup
Sam
Lonely Coyote
On Predators
Pesky Porky
Dog Feeding
Twig
Random Thoughts
Stone the Crows
Tall Tales and True
Urban Meets Rural
Dowsing?
Grey Owl
Aloneness
Moving On
Glossary
About the Author
Acknowledgements
This book is my fault. Having written thousands of words on outdoor topics over the years, I egotistically figured I should write a book to leave something behind, for whomever. I approached Tim Gordon, a publisher, who assigned me an editor, Jane Karchmar. She proved to be highly experienced and remarkably skilled in working with me. The book achieved form a nd blossomed.
Middle daughter Sally proved to be a superb typist, fortunately able to read my longhand. She also demonstrated research skills when needed. Sheand Jane worked closely together and kept me organized. Sally’s advice was invaluable and her aid indispensable.
Then my youngest daughter, Julie, joined the fray with her BFA from Queen’s University. She elected to create woodcuts to illustrate the book. Shewas happily welcomed aboard by everyone.
What began as a bit of an ego trip has become a family affair!
Prologue
Jungle,
or Jim, joins me at lunch. An affable giant who saw a promising NHL career shattered by Bobby Orr knees. So he became a winning hockey and football coach of the school’s teams, and students mostly left his math classes smiling. A success in others’ eyes.
Across the lunchroom, a table of BA’s and MA’s is getting nosier as opinions tumble over each other. Jim follows my gaze as I ask, How come all those guys ever talk about is sports?
A searching look at me and, Gord, can’t you see? It’s all they have.
No self-enhancing passion, consuming pastime, ideal—or even hobby. Just spectator sports. How close are some to Marlon Brando’s opinion, Ifyou don’t know you’re living, you’re dead.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation,
wrote Henry David Thoreau in Walden—a must read
book for all outdoor folk, and for others who want to get their heads sitting straight. Of course, were he writing today instead of in the first half of the nineteenth century, he’d have said persons
instead of men.
What’s sad is that his words still ring truetoday.
Thoreau’s New England was a land of hardscrabble farms requiring long and back-breaking labour to eke out a bare subsistence. Its factory workers toiled twelve hours a day, six days a week for poverty-line wages, with no compensation for injury, illness, or unemployment, and seldom prospects of a pension. For most, life was as described by Hobbes: poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
How can it be, with our present cradle-to-the-grave social safety net, that so many of us still seem to be leading lives of quiet desperation
? That stress
and meaningful
are buzzwords of our time? Materially, most of us have never had it so good; yet the ranks of psychiatrists continue to swell to meet the demand for their services, and lifestyle cults—movements like New Wave—and fundamentalist churches proliferate like guppies.
Is it perhaps that while the people of Thoreau’s time suffered material poverty, our poverty is of the spirit? In a song that mirrors the emptiness of many, Peggy Lee sings of the memorable things she has done, then asks, Is that all there is?
Saturday’s Toronto Star always has a section on travel; one or two more on Wheels
; and every edition has a section devoted to each of sports, fashion, and entertainment. Does that mean that escapism, passive entertainment, and status symbols are now what many of us areall about?
Heaven forbid. Few or none of these provide recreation—or, more correctly, re-creation, whereby we re-create ourselves by cleaning out our heads and putting our hearts where they ought to be.
However trite may be familiar axioms, they’ve endured because they are true: Bored people are boring people. Play at your work; work at your play. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. If you don’t know you’re living, you’re dead. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…
Expressions like these reflect our need for satisfying leisure time activities: whatever winds our passion clock and leads to a joy of—or lust for—life.
For an uncle of mine, leisure time activities were his church: vegetable garden, playing
the stock market, books, and golf. He shot his agein the latter at eighty-two, and died peacefully shortly after as he satreading.
For me, they are nature, conservation, canoe camping, hunting, fishing, reading, and writing. I’m told that a number of surgeons sculpt. Others of us take joy in flower gardening, gourmet cooking, pigeon-racing, music, cabinetmaking, birdwatching, photography, our church, club or service organizations, community volunteer work—whatever.
Without a passion for some hobby or avocation, we have only free time; never leisure time. Free time is dead time. It lies there like an empty sack. Filled with activity that provides your life with meaning and satisfaction, it is leisure time.
To live the complete, self-actualizing life is to combine your vocation with your avocation, as did persons like underwater explorer Jacques Cousteau or a Class A, car-crazy mechanic. But few of us are so fortunate, or lack the necessary courage. Our job is how we earn our living. Our hobbies or avocations are for living.
Those with leisure time seldom have enough hours in the day to satisfy their passionate interests. It’s those who have only free time who lead lives of quiet desperation.
Louis L’Amour said, "If we remember richly, we must have lived richly."
The Outdoors
Lonefiring
Lonefiring: a seldom-used word for going it alone in the back of beyond, by canoe or backpacking. Only alone can you achieve total harmony with the natural world that surrounds us: a state of grace in a timeless continuum. Louis L’Amour said, Most men never discover what they’ve got inside.
A couple or so portages in, or miles hiked off the beaten track, and in afew days your identity and ego fade to nothing as your being melds with nature’s flow: the croak of ravens, the song of a hermit thrush, gulls with their raucous cries, and bird sightings that send you scrambling for your binoculars and your Roger Tory Peterson.¹ There’s that swimming beaver with two kits riding high and dry on its back; the cow moose who allowed you to paddle within a few canoe lengths; maybe grouse, muskrat, or mink. Depends on thehabitat.
Likely you’ll never see a lynx, fisher, or wolf, but that was definitely a marten that crossed your path on the second of three portages here… and the otter family playing in the river that gave you their raspberry snorts for invading their space. You take what sightings are given you, and your sense of wonder is renewed.
There was the time when the bear came snuffling around the tent in mid-morning; curious or hungry or both: an intruder, and you suggested where it could go.
Then the time you bent over your little tackle tray to select yet another fishing lure, and there beside it, wonder of wonders, was a small arrowhead.
At night, there’s the lost-soul lament of a loon; a night sky unpolluted by urban lights and filled with the silent twinkle of untold numbers of stars; owl calls; and the grump of a bullfrog down the lake. If it’s August, the northern lights will likely flash-dance across the sky, and if you find the right tune, you can hum along to the dancing flames.
The campfire’s flickering fingers of light probe blindly into the darkness, shadows loom tall, and flames blank conscious thought to evoke dimly perceived ancestral memories harking back across countless generations, tohunter-gatherer forebears. There’s a mystery here to be received, but neverunderstood.
Lonely? Nonsense. You’ve got yourself.
Or frightened? Of what? You’ve the needed outdoor skills and experience; the really dangerous part of the trip