Once I got back From Vancouver I was in to the bush to set up tents for the on the land program. It was a beautiful few days in the woods. The temp was crisp -20 the morning. It was a bit frosty waiting for the students to wake up and restart the fire.
The McPherson tents are the bastard cousin of the Rock Water Tenthouse suites was a just in a week prior. Just as fun. - the company of the fiance. (had to throw that one in!) On the way out I noticed a lone raven on our tail on our first trip while setting up the tents. That same raven crapped all over my parka and ski pants on my ski-doo.
The next day, after patrolling for moose we came back to find our tent wide open and all our supplies removed by some cunning creature. RAVEN! Quite funny. Some one stopped by our tents and when they left our tents they didn’t secure the tent door.
Anyhow on our next trip out we shot some ptarmigan for dinner and were quite happy to have some tasty fresh meat. When we got out to the camp one of our tents center pole was broken. As we reset the tent, a cunning creature removed the dead birds, took them far away from camp and left only some feathers and entrails. Guess who, Raven! Next morning, again some creature crapped on my parka was tearing the fur around the hood of my parka off! RAVEN.
Who knows what will happen next!!
As we went to pick up some more wood, four of the students as well as our guide get stuck in about three feet of slush. So we had to push and pull them all out. About two hours later I was soaked up to my chest. Not having much extra clothing I had to prance around the fire in long undies for the next day and bit while everything dried up.
I blame the RAVEN!
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I believe the Raven is considered a trickster in First Nation mythology. Sounds like he was playing with you.
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