Black Bear Hunt – Thompson’s Camp, North Saskatchewan Canada
1. Genesis 1:28-30 God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.” Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food.” And it was so.
With one tag, years of waiting and a desire to succeed, I set off to the North. Bear hunting has been one thing I said I would do, long before I harvested my first deer. Landing at Thompson’s Camps, located on Otter Lake in the town site of Missinipe.
Per usual, it was boots on the ground as soon as we arrived. I hope you enjoy what was captured this day. As a hunter, I value and respect every harvest offered by nature. Never taking a shot, unless it is clear and efficient, never seeking to create suffering. In my home, we eat what we kill, as is intended for survival. I cry, I sob it’s ok to be emotional. I never take for granted the life taken by my hands, moments of sadness meeting gratitude and respect. The beauty in nature is that it was put on this earth for us. Retaining my natural-born abilities to survive and provide by my hands the substance needed for my family, is something I value most in my life. I am a woman, a provider, a hunter, gatherer , conservationist. through hunting, I am no longer observing nature, instead I am actively participating in the life cycle.
This video and memories will be with me for the rest of life. Stay tuned for an in-depth post speaking about the parts you see, the parts you don’t and everything in between. I have so much to tell about this extraordinary trip. More than a hint, that’s what being a hunter is for me.
So grateful for this last-minute trip, with spring bear season ending in less than a week, I had to make a leap of faith! With just a few days notice, I saw the beauty of Canada, came face to face with a predator not before seen in the wild, experienced life in the true North, and made friendships that I cannot replace. For me, hunting is not a sport, not a “hobby” it’s a life skill that is humbling and earned , not given. Canada is God’s country, I can’t wait to share more about this priceless journey.
Nelson and I after I could finally breath! This gorgeous 340lb Cinnaomon Brown Saskachewan boar will be full mount and kept in my home as a reminder of his beauty, sacrifce for our food and reminder to remain humble in the wilderness. I did not seek a trophy harvest but the forest provided what it sought fit. Forever grateful for this hunt, my heart remains in the woods. Where I find purpose in the life cycle and retain my abilites to survive and thrive through education, dedication and efficency as a provider, as a hunter.