Let me be the first to admit that I am a total hypocrite when it comes to hunting and fishing. If I had to do it for myself, I’d be the biggest vegetarian on earth. I just can’t ever imagine killing something. Never have and hope to leave this world in the same condition. On the other hand, let me also state that given a caribou leg, a goose or a salmon, I will be pathetically grateful for the gift and will cook it up without a qualm.
When I first arrived in Barrow, the concept of whaling was somethingContinue reading →