Every year in the fall, for over 50 years now, our family has been travelling by floatplane to the Taltson River. North of Fort Smith, the Taltson River originates in the east and flows parallel to the Slave River into Great Slave Lake.
In our early days, my parents used to pile all of us six kids and two lab retrievers into a Cessna 185 four-seater floatplane for a twenty-five minute flight. It was a time of closeness for our family and we learned so much about being northerners and the connection to thousands of years of chasing food in the fall. We were hunting for moose and sometimes black bears. We learned to fish and set nets in the special spots on the river. Time was also spent hunting ducks and grouse, snaring rabbits and learning how to work hard to eat well, keep warm and have fun together!
Fur was always the ways we kept warm, hats, mitts, neck warmers and now my hand and foot warmers - it is simply the best warmth for the cold weather up here, even in September and early October. You will find many of my photos of the Taltson River in the Photo Gallery, and I hope to add more and share this very special place.
May the fur be with you!