Open season on hunting in Canada

Canadians everywhere should be upset that our heritage is under attack

Global Cancels Hunting Shows

This article originally appeared in the Winnipeg Sun on Thursday, October 4, 2012.

By Brian Lilley, Parliamentary Bureau

Across Canada this weekend, millions of families will sit down for a Thanksgiving feast that includes turkey and all the trimmings. Brothers will fight over who gets the turkey leg, mothers will fret about whether the turkey is done just right and fathers will take as many naps as they can after gorging on the bird.

Most of us still enjoy eating meat in this country even if we don’t think much about where it comes from.

Ask most kids and they’ll tell you meat comes from the store, but there are millions of Canadians who are still connected enough to the land that they know exactly where their meat comes from.

We call them hunters.

Right now, hunting is under attack and the animal rights extremists leading the charge have just scored a major victory: They’ve forced several hunting shows off the air.

Global Television and its parent company, Shaw Media, were the targets of an orchestrated campaign to force hunting off Canadian television airwaves.

“Global Television seems to think Canadians want to watch animals being killed for sport. Why else would it be running three different hunting shows?” the Vancouver Humane Society asked its members as part of the campaign to get the shows off the air.

Of course, put in those terms the shows do sound awful. Killing for sport is wrong, but that’s not what any real hunter does and it’s not what the shows in question were about.

Keith Beasley, one of the three brothers behind Canada in the Rough, a nine-season ratings success, said hunters do not kill animals for sport.

“Those people are criminals, not hunters,” Beasley said of anyone who would shoot an animal and watch it die, then walk away.

Like every hunter I’ve ever known, Beasley feeds his family with the animals he kills.

Of course, the campaign against his hunting show is about more than about hunting.

The people at the Vancouver Humane Society would not only prefer Beasley weren’t out there hunting, they’d prefer you weren’t eating that turkey this weekend.

The VHS has several campaigns running to get everyone to eat less meat and right now on their Facebook page, they’re pushing vegetarianism and using the current meat recall as a rallying cry.

So while the target this time was a hunting show on television, next time it could be your hamburger or turkey dinner.

Radical animal activists aren’t happy to live and let live — they want to push their view of the world on everyone else.

I don’t hunt right now, but might just take it up in protest, and Canadians from coast to coast should be bothered that a part of our heritage has been forced off the air.

“This is what this country is built on,” Beasley told me on my Sun News program, Byline.

“The fur trade, the hunting and fishing industry is what originally happened in this country.”

Of course there are plenty of people in this country who would like us to forget our history, forget our heritage and live the same downtown uber-urban latte-sipping lifestyle that they do. But that’s not for me and chances are it’s not for you.

“In a country like ours with 3.5 million miles of unspoiled wilderness, hunting is just part of our lives,” Beasley said.

Hunting is as Canadian as maple syrup. Let’s stand up for it before they take it away completely.

Watch the video from the original story here.

My First Caribou at Webber’s Lodges!

Shel Zolkewich with first caribou at Webber's Lodges

My first caribou. Thanks Webber's Lodges!

Guest Post by Shel Zolkewich

Kevin likes velvet caribou antlers

Kevin likes his velvet!

We spotted him from the boat; a hefty bull with a set of frosty white antlers clad in velvet perched on his head. My brother-in-law Kevin and I — over the drone of the outboard — had the following conversation.

“This one is yours if you want it,” I said.

“Why do I get the first one?” he asked.

There were only seconds to make this decision, so I got a little firm.

“Take it. Or tell me you don’t want it and I will take it.”

The motor went dead. The Alumarine rumbled up the rocky beach. Kevin was out of the boat, running alongside, then scrambling up the beach. He had made his decision.

I heard the shot but didn’t see it. By the time I tied down the boat, Kevin was making a slow walk across the tundra to his very first caribou, taken in the morning of opening day 2012. I wouldn’t have to wait long for my chance.

Our mid-afternoon hike took us up to the Inukshuk, less than a mile north of the Schmok Lake cabin. From the rise I spotted movement to the west; a lone bull drifting among the few low spruces on the tundra. “Caribou,” I whispered to Kevin.

We decided to move in for a closer look. At about 300 yards, I decided this one was mine. His antlers weren’t trophies, but his body was big and I felt the need to fill my first ever caribou tag. At the same moment, he bolted. We chased.

Packing out with my first caribou.

This smile was easy!

And chased.

Kevin was on the lead and easily bounced over a 10-foot bog. I stepped one, two and three, then promptly sank to mid-thigh. “Kevin!” It was a half whisper, half yell. He looked back at me, then again to the caribou. I knew what he was thinking. Lucky for me, he chose to yank me out of the muck. We picked up the chase.

The caribou abruptly stopped. We dropped to our bellies. He was 150 yards away. I rested my rifle on my pack, desperate to catch my breath. One exhale. I squeezed the trigger.

The caribou took a few steps to the west; out of sight. Before doubt could creep into my mind, he appeared again. With my second shot, there was no doubt.

Tag filled on opening day.

 

New Season Begins at North Knife Lake with Doug’s Secret Garden

by Kent Michie

Doug Webber's Gardening Secret

Doug's Gardening Secret

Arriving back at North Knife Lake Lodge after being away for an entire year is truly joyful. It sure is nice to be back!

Doug Webber flew my girlfriend Terri and I, and our two chocolate labs in on June 9, to help open up camp and get things going for opening week. My father arrived a few days later to work the heavy equipment and maintain the runway for the firsts flights of the year.

The bugs are not yet in full force but I am sure that they are just a sunny day or two away from starting. So it was business as usual here during the Lodge opening, but there were a couple things that caught my eye.

Anyone familiar with Doug Webber knows that he has an avid green thumb and loves to watch things grow. He has had a garden at North Knife Lake almost since the beginning. Despite a short growing season and sandy soil, Doug has done surprisingly well with his garden.

He has been somewhat modest about his gardening here at the Lodge, but he has a few tricks up his sleeve as well. Not only does he reuse the compost for his garden, he has come up with a few special recipes to help things along. I was always amazed at how well Doug’s Rhubarb plants did until I saw what he was spraying them with.

Again, I am in wonder of Doug’s ability to grow things. I’m not sure however, if he is using moose poop for compost or if he believes he has moose seeds and is trying to germinate them.

In any case, we are all thankful to Doug for providing us with fresh herbs and vegetables!