I did. This thread brings back fond memories. In the '70s my wife and I used to cross country ski over the fields in the moonlight to visit the neighbors. Setting the trail on the way there, took over half an hour to go a mile, going home on the set trail didn't take longer than 15 minutes.Snow makes rough terrain smooth and quiet as you say when it's fresh!
Sounds like you had some great ski hunts back in the day.....![]()
Also of the hunts, of my hunting and trapping partners, and of long evenings fleshing and stretching beaver pelts, as well as squirrel and weasel pelts by an airtight heater. Every trapper cabin smelled like beaver caster and drying fur when it got damp or when you walked into a warm cabin from the cold.
I am fortunate to have lived a life that some folk are incapable of imagining, let alone understanding. Especially the folk who flip a switch for light, turn on a tap for water, and have no idea of how folks survived before electricity, let alone television, and the internet. There is nothing romantic about about packing one or more wet beaver pelts up a 30% grade hogsback in the snow after dark with a carbon battery flash light at -30F .
Snowshoes and cross country skis were useless and dangerous on steep trails down to the creeks we were trapping.





















































