Summary of canoetripping.net's latest fascination:
Marauding moose
Killer coyotes
Bloodthirsty bears
Wicked wolves
Paranoid primates of the Homo Sapiens species
We have had a very nice relationship with Canis Lupus up here for many years. Sure, he will eat your dog, but other than that, he's a real pussycat. Around 30 years ago, on one of my early fall trips with Outers, a big black wolf sat at the edge of our camp all night. If approached, he would back off a few feet, but left to his own, he would return to his spot. Merely an observer, never a devourer. 20 years later, in the same area, with 25 kids, a pack started howling early in the evening. Up close wolf howls are something to experience, the hair on the back of your neck will stand up. Anyway, when I got up early in the morning, there were wolf tracks all over the camp, but nobody saw or heard a thing. I've seen several wolves up here, but have never felt threatened.
This summer has been a banner year for bears in our town. There are at least four to five reports a night of bears wandering around people's yards. Yesterday, the school I work at came out with a "Wild Animal Encounter" policy, because so many bears have been spotted around the schools in G-Town. My wife is the secretary at the local French school, and she has had to cancel recess several times in the last month because a big bear has been wanting to play at recess too. If this were occurring in Toronto, they would call out the army. in G-Town, both the OPP and the MNR have washed their hands of the problem. So far, no one has been eaten.
This weekend is the opener for moose season. There are three Wildlife Management Units within minutes of my house, and the plague of hunters from Southern Ontario began arriving on Monday. There will be thousands of these fellas in every gravel pit and pull off on every dirt road within 200 kilometres. They drink like fish, leave their garbage behind, and will fight each other for prime locations. It's the wild west until the end Of October. If the killer moose exist, I hope they suddenly manifest and send these SOCS flying back to Kitchener and Waterloo, and Toronto and Hamilton.
Coyotes in Nova Scotia are a weird breed, they can get up to 70 pounds, and they are something to be reckoned with. When we pulled the dead pigs out of the barn for the knacker to collect the following morning, they would show up and try to get a free side of bacon. We waited up one night and sent a shotgun slug threw him, it was the size of a small German Shepard.
In any case, live long and prosper fellow canoetrippers, the only animal I will be worried about this weekend as my wife and I travel the pristine waters of the Namewaminikan River in search of Alces alces, or in the vernacular of my wife's ancestors, l' Orignal, are the drunken bipeds from the southern parts of the province. There should be a pepper spray made specially for these prizes of humanity.