Moon of the Crusted Snow

Evan talking about how it took so long to bring the moose in because of its large size reminds me of the time I was in the passenger seat while my dad was driving to Esponola, and the car in front of us was hauling a large deer at the back of the car. Me and dad knew that they were hunters like Evan and his community; some fresh blood was still surrounding the dead deer. Manitoulin Island is a place where people hunt, for some, it’s a way of life like Evans community. I can’t personally, but I know a good portion of my community can relate to Evans way of life, especially going back generations. My mom likes to tell me about how they would hunt.  I wonder if the people hauling the deer made a prayer like Evan when he hunted the moose.