From the early year's the pack hunted, had the boy's cabin. (Trapper's cabin) table, spring bed, (no mattress) woodstove with a few holes. Pots and cups, utensils.
Many critters got fried, roasted, souped, stewed in there.
Some was fine cuisine, some was for the critters.
No dog/cat species though.(too close to the pets)
Learning how to survive off the land or just being hick boy's living life.
The resident dog was a Shepherd/St Bernard cross, huge beast. The pack shot a dozen squirrels in an outing.
That dog caught/ate everyone, not one touched the ground.
Just caught them as the fell. Amazing creature actually.
If that were today probably there would be some Karen's rant and rave.
Much preferred the days back then when a simple rule was ingrained "You shot it-you'd better eat it"
The "Or Else" was never spoken as the pack knew it well.
Free range was the property of a few and that probably added up to nearly a 1000 beside the crown lands. So we had lots of bush to roam.
