Will and I did a lot of hunting on Haida Gwaii over the years. From 2004 to 2015 with breaks in between there are a lot of memories to share from my time in the bush with Will.
I still can’t believe that our last hunt of the season would be the last hunt ever. I’ve just returned home for the first time since his passing and it’s been hard. “His couch”, his bed still laid out in the spare room, some scattered books. My dad just finished the new wood shed that Will and I started building 2 years ago.
When I returned home from the Antarctica in February 2015 Will picked me up from the ferry terminal. To be honest I hardly recognised him. Since December 2014 he had been on a diet and lost a lot of weight! We got some Chinese food for the kids and of course he wouldn’t have any. A brand new Will!!! My son immediately squealed on Will when we got to my house, told me Will had let him eat as much candy as he wanted during a sleep over while I was gone. Good times.
Of course we immediately made plans to go hunting.
Now Will and I have had some tremendous hunts together. I really don’t know why the guy even liked hunting with me. As in most of his activities Will was quiet, reserved and careful. Always slow and methodical, taking his time to rest his gun, make the perfect shot. I was always somewhat opposite. Usually I got so excited each time we went hunting was like my first time hunting. I was usually so animated and excited upon seeing the first deer of the hunt that I scared it away charging out of the truck like some crazed soldier making a bayonet charge.
We frequently got into arguments when I got sick of waiting for Will to carefully aim and shoot and just shot the deer myself. One of his favorite lines was always “You know we’re not actually at war with the deer!” He made that one after I shot 4 deer before he had his rifle loaded, and shot the 5th as it started to disappear into the woods while Will was fumbling with his magazine. I still chuckle over that one. Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang and then a long pause as I patiently waited for Will to finally shoot and then Bang again. Sometimes I wonder if I wasn’t just getting even for fishing season because Will was a much better fisherman than me, and I never really caught many fish with him because I was always busy netting his salmon. (A task I always enjoyed)
I remember one day I wanted to use my flintlock black powder rifle, much to his dismay. Of course I missed the first deer, even though it was at close range. Will had no shortage of sarcastic comments to make about it, including that he figures I didn’t actually miss because the deer would surely die of cancer from all the smoke that I made. Classic Will.
Well back to our last hunt. It was the usual routine. Me making us late because I was fussing over the generator shed and busy making the perfect cup of coffee, which by the way Will would ruin by letting it get cold. It drove me crazy that he drank his coffee nearly cold.
With the truck loaded with assortments of guns, chainsaws and snacks Will, Devaughn and I drove off to the back roads of Haida Gwaii in search of the little black tail deer.
Late February is not the most productive time to hunt. We drove for several hours, down many roads. Stopped a few times to cut some nice cedar logs for firewood and kindling. We found one beautiful red cedar log blown over by the wind that we spent an hour cutting into pieces big enough to lift into the truck. Will loved his chainsaw and the opportunity to cut wood. We finally found our first deer. High up on the mountainside close to the west coast and a considerable distance away. I patiently waited for Will to make the shot, watching carefully beside him. In truth it was too far of a shot for my rifle or I surely would have gotten tired of waiting and shot it myself. The shot rang out, and it was a sure hit I saw the tail go down, heard the impact, confident all that was left to do was hike in and drag the deer out.
Well my son and I set off with Will watching from the vantage point on the road. It was a very difficult hike, over 100 yards of rough terrain and clear cut remains. Arriving at the spot my son and I could smell the deer, but there was absolutely no sign of it. We spent the next 3 hours looking for the deer with no luck. Will was quite upset, as all hunters are with the loss of an injured animal. We finally decided to give up with heavy hearts left continuing hunting elsewhere. I said that it wouldn’t be a waste because the ravens and eagles are short on food this time of year but it was of little consolation to Will who shared an enormous respect for the animals we hunted.
We spent the rest of the afternoon with no luck, but on the drive home we passed the same spot as earlier and I spotted eagles in the trees near where Will had made the shot. I told him to stop the truck, I was going to get out and head in and he should drive away and come back. I headed into the bush and hid beneath the trees, having scared the birds away I hoped they would return. After 30 minutes an impatient Raven returned to circle overhead, and finally landed on a branch nearby, and carefully watching him I saw him jump down into the bush from his perch.
I shouted to Will and my son to come into the bush and after searching again for 30 minutes and running out of hope I found the deer. It was about 2 meters from where Will had shot it, and killed it almost instantly. It had fallen downhill into a hole and the small bushes had sprung back up over it almost making it disappear. We were all very happy to retrieve it, and my son and I dragged it from the woods to the truck with all 3 boys full of smiles.
We managed to get 2 more deer on the way home, with me making the shots. All food for my family nothing goes to waste. Will lamented that he had made all his ferry reservations and booked training down because he said had he known I was going to be home for March he would have stayed around. I sure wish he did. That was our last hunt. I’ve shot a few bucks this season already, one shot kills, no drama, no animation just food for my family. I realise that the drama and animation came from just how much I enjoyed hunting and fishing with Will, and not actually the hunting itself. I know he’s gone. But it’s just the time of the year that he’d be driving down the driveway on the ranch and part of me forgets the tragedy of his passing and still anticipates him pulling up for the next outdoor adventure.