A boren doe had the best meat. We had to be able to tell a boren doe from another doe or a stag. Well, you could tell a stag, because he probably had little bunches on his head, horns. A doe who had a calf had a long tail, eight or nine inches.

But the boren doe had a little short tail, because it never had any calf. It's so fat around the rump, it fills out the tail, so that it looks like they only got a short one. This is how you tell them apart.

My father was a big man. He was six foot two. He could carry a lot of meat on his back. I have seen him put a full caribou on his back, a caribou with just the guts cut out of it. He tied two legs together and hauled it down over his back. With his rifle under his arm, we had to go fifteen miles, and he never put that caribou down!

Once I was carrying the liver, heart, and the kidneys, in a little packsack. Every half an hour I said, "Dad, when are you going to stop? How far have we got to go?"

He said, "Just there." He wouldn't say how far, in miles. "Just there."

That "just there" was a long ways.