I’ve been out hunting a few times now. I go with my neighbour and he pulls his two twin toddlers in a chariot behind him. It’s strapped to his waist like he’s the horse. We walk four kilometers up the winter road to “Four Mile Creek”. The snow and ice have started filling in the deep divots in the wide, cleared stretch of dirt. Pretty soon trucks will be able to drive it and bring supplies up to us again.
We look for grouse. So far I haven’t even seen any. Faye’s been out hunting too and she at least saw a couple of grouse flying away.
Or neighbour has had some luck snaring rabbits. He puts up little rings of thin copper wire in places where it looks like they’ve been. They get caught if they run through them. Maybe we should try that next?