Until I was a teenager, I only went about twice to the trap lines, having been brought there by my relatives through my fathers’ desire for me to learn the traditional lifestyle. When you live in the bush, the only time you can eat is when you kill something. If you can’t kill anything, there is nothing to eat. That is how life was when living in the bush. Sometimes there was nothing in the bush, there were no moose, no caribou, or fish, or no animals at all, and someone would starve since there was no food in the bush. That is my knowledge.

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