To anyone here considering going to Quebec, please read the following.
Five years ago (yes, 5), I went to visit a friend in Quebec. It was on the eve of deer hunting opening. We decided to go to town to get some supplies - beer, rye and maple syrup. On the way there, my friend stopped at 2 fields that he thought might be coming up for sale. We pulled into the edge of the field, never got out of the truck. He explained to me where the properties started and ended, how much was hardwood, etc. One had belonged to his father, the other still belonged to his brother. I was thinking of possibly buying something in that area.
Anyhow, as we backed out of the second field (and we had only pulled into the driveway the length of a vehicle), the flashing lights come on. We are kept there for an hour. the truck is searched inside and out. We did not have a gun, a flashlight, a camera, pocket knife, or anything that remotely resembles hunting equipment. I was in slippers, due to a skin condition that makes it very painful to wear shoes or socks. Anyhow, 5 years later, he has to go to court to defend against a charge of jacklighting. Un-phoquing-believable. And no, there is nothing more to this story. We were not hunting, we were not jacklighting. The officers were real recti throughout. I can assure you that I will not spend another penny in that God-forsaken totalitarian plague on our country.
Five years ago (yes, 5), I went to visit a friend in Quebec. It was on the eve of deer hunting opening. We decided to go to town to get some supplies - beer, rye and maple syrup. On the way there, my friend stopped at 2 fields that he thought might be coming up for sale. We pulled into the edge of the field, never got out of the truck. He explained to me where the properties started and ended, how much was hardwood, etc. One had belonged to his father, the other still belonged to his brother. I was thinking of possibly buying something in that area.
Anyhow, as we backed out of the second field (and we had only pulled into the driveway the length of a vehicle), the flashing lights come on. We are kept there for an hour. the truck is searched inside and out. We did not have a gun, a flashlight, a camera, pocket knife, or anything that remotely resembles hunting equipment. I was in slippers, due to a skin condition that makes it very painful to wear shoes or socks. Anyhow, 5 years later, he has to go to court to defend against a charge of jacklighting. Un-phoquing-believable. And no, there is nothing more to this story. We were not hunting, we were not jacklighting. The officers were real recti throughout. I can assure you that I will not spend another penny in that God-forsaken totalitarian plague on our country.


















































