When I was six my dad took a new summer job at the Mines and Petroleum Ministry building in Charlie Lake, B.C. so the family could be together over the summer instead of dad going to Great Slave Lake with a geology crew to do field geology on the shores of Great Slave Lake.
This meant happy afternoons picking Saskatoon berries along the Peace River and learning how to harvest wild game. Dad taught me how to really see in the woods, how to read trail and game sign. Mom taught me how to cook the wild game we harvested.
Mom was very allergic to the chemicals in store bought meat so dad would harvest game from nature’s grocery store for the family. I remember eating Mountain Goat, Caribou and Buffalo as this was not regular fare. I have eaten far too much Moose and mom especially loved her Whitetail Deer roasts. She would beam with pride when she carried a deer roast out of the oven to place on the table at dinner time.
My favorite food however, was Saskatoon pie barely sweetened with Peace River honey. Too much sweetener covers up the unique berry taste. Mom was suspicious of the white sugar and said that it weakened a person but she taught me that honey made a person stronger. Now I can read modern nutrition writings to confirm this.