Where I would end up trapping, it would be 70 and 80 miles to walk. It was not that far, walking in a straight line. But you would crook around a lot, and go in different directions. The nearest mountains where I would turn back was the Hawk's Mountain.

The average trip would be four or five weeks, but some trips were seven and eight. About eight weeks was the longest I was trapping, away from home for a long time.

We only had two cabins, on the fall trapping ground we called it. When the wintertime came, when we could haul all our luggage, we'd have a canvas tent. We'd haul our tent and stove and all our food on a sled. We wouldn't have any cabins in the winter at all, but set up our camp every night.

We had a little stove about two feet long, and eight or nine inches square. We'd have plenty of heat with that set up in the middle of the tent.

In bad weather you'd spread your fly over the ridge pole. That would keep your camp from getting wet, when it was snowing. If you didn't have that, sometimes you'd have a lot of leaking, where the snow melted directly on your tent.

We used to haul a little sled and we sometimes had a couple of dogs pulling a small komatik.

If you killed caribou to haul home, perhaps you'd have four to six dogs. You would have quite a large komatik then of course, loaded up with caribou.

I guess I was trapping around twenty-five years. After a while I got kind of crippled up. I wasn't so good at it, so I had to give it up. You had to be quite tough to trap like that.