#fur trapper

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Hundreds of Beavers (2022)

[maydaytrippe]

I just watched the first cinematic masterpiece of 2024, Hundreds of Beavers, chronicling the life of American trapper Jean Kayak, from visionary director Mike Chetnik. 

Available for rent on AppleTV and Prime Video, but you can watch it free with a one week trial of indie film streaming service Fandor. The less you know going in, the better, imo, so just start the movie already. 

PS - Eat your flipping heart out, The Revenant. 🦫🦫🦫

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"BELIEF IN "HAIRY GIANTS" NOT CONFINED TO INDIANS," Toronto Star. March 8, 1934. Page 5. ---- White Men Familiar With B.C. Natives Belief In "Sasquatch" ---- ONE SAW FAMILY ---- By A. D. KEAN That "Sasquatch," the legendary hairy giants of West Coast Indian fame are believed in by white men borne borne to-day when J. A. Hewat, came into The Star office to see me. Mr. Hewat is the son of Ronald Hewat one of the best known of the older police constables of British Columbia, and has been an acquaintance of mine since Childhood, having been born in the Similkameen valley near my own home.

"Sure I believe in Sasqusttch," stated the known stalwart J. A. "for I've known a great many Indians who must have seen the hairy giants. Not only among the tribes who live on the mainland but among those of the north end of Vancouver island as well. For three years I was with the Dominion geological survey, in the capacity of packer, with from 10 to 20 horses and three to five helpers in charge, and at various times I came I came in contact with Indians who told in detail of meeting the Sasquatch. The giants are thought to live in caves mostly, and have been known for ages in the districts adjacent to the Fraser delta, the western mountain passes of the coast range in and around Coquohalla - where the boundary railroad comes through from the Okanagan valley to Vancouver, and upon the high table-lands about Victoria peak on the northermost tip of Vancouver island.

More Than Legend "Sasquatch is considerably more than a legend with all those Indians," said Mr. Hewat convincingly. "I've even heard the giants described being the last living descendants of the once powerful Aztecs of Mexico and the country to the immediate south. I knew a prospector, Cariboo George by name, who told me he had seen huge barefoot tracks of the Sasquatch in the shore of William's lake (North Central B.C.) and had followed the giant's trail up into the hills nearby.

"Cariboo George related how he had hidden himself in some bushes while the Sasquatch went by. They were a monster 8-foot man and his wife and child. All were completely naked except for a thick coat of pale, brownish-colored short fur or matted hair. The giants spoke with deep rumbling, guttural voices and seemed act very happy toward one an other. Old George seemed so wholly convinced by what he described that I found myself believing likewise in the reality of the Sasquatch," admitted Hewat seriously.

"Cariboo George also claimed that a good-sized family of the giants lived in the William's lake district somewhere and that they paid visits intervals to the local waters at nightime for fishing.

Several Near Fort Langley "Near old Fort Langley, on the upper Fraser delta," went on J. A., "there are known to be several of the giants. Many Indians there whom I met and knew told me they had seen the Sasquatch. These Indians, like those farther inland, declared the giants to be rather blonde than otherwise, but that the Indians feared the Sasquatch greatly considering them in the light of evil spirits. All the Indians agree, however, that the Sasquatch are of immense stature and tremendously powerful, and that they possess the faculty of seeing clearly through the darkest night.

"No can hide from Sasquatch, one of the stock phrases of an Indian, when relating some legend of giants," said the dark-eyed Hewat.

"About the best story I heard told of the experience of an Indian trapper who lived on the northern extremity of the Mt. Victoria plateau on Vancouver island. went on J. A This Indian looked on out of his split log cabin in early one morning to find a Sasquatch stalking about dooryard.

"The giant spied the Indian just in time to prevent being shot at. According to the trapper the Sasquatch leaped behind the corner of the shack and tore the whole roof-corner off at a single sharp pull.

"This act so terrified the Indian inside that he fell into a swoon, from which he did not awaken for several hours. When that frightened trapper regained consciousness the place seemed deserted so the redman crept cautiously outside to look around.

"While following the huge footprints left by the Sasquatch the trapper came suddenly upon the giant seated calmly at the foot of a widespreading 12-font cedar tree. With horrified gaze the Indian froze In his tracks. the while the Sasquatch eyed him silently. Presently the giant spoke. He used the native dialect of the Indian though hardly used to it.

"Why Do You Follow Met" "Why do you follow me? asked the Sasquatch in a rumbling voice. I could have killed you but you were too frightened. So I came away. Now go back and tell your tribesmen what you have seen and I have done and remember, Sasquatch cautioned, ominously. 'If you so much has tell the least falsehood about me I shall bring more of my people and we will destroy you all. At which the trapper turned away and fled.

"I asked the trapper what that Sasquatch looked like and he described the giant as being of a red-brown color with a cost of thick all over the body. He said the Sasquatch showed great shiny white teeth and around the loins of the monster was a short skirt made from the pounded inner bark of cedar plaited into a strong-looking cloth.

"The Sasquatch wore no shoes or moccasins, but the bottoms of his feet appeared tough and calloused, like the pads on the feet of big bear. The giant's hands were of immense size, nearly twice as large as of a man. And the height of Sasquatch was at least eight feet. He must have weighed 400 pounds, declared the trapper.

"ONe day at home in the Similkameen valley I met an Indian who claimed to have visited the cave of Sasquatch," continued Hewat. "The place was near the head of the Tulameen river, up near the old pass used to drive cattle over to the coast when you and I were boys."

"Yes I know where you mean," I answered, but go on with the Sasquatch story."

Found Great Stools "Well this Tulameen redskin told me he walked right to the mouth of the strange cave before he realized it was there at all. Inside the darkened dwelling were great stools made of gnarled fir tree roots. There were six of these, the Indian said. In the centre of the big cave was a strong wide table. It, too, was made as though to carry several tons of weight.

"There were long logs piled at the side of the cave, near a sort of rough-looking fireplace. Farther back hung the unskinned carcass of a blacktail buck deer and there were several set chunks chunks of meat hung upon the cave, sharp racks protruding. The Indian took one fearsome look around, then darted from the cave mouth at a swift run. He never stopped, he said, until he reached the safety of his own family wig-wam.

"So you see," explained Hewat, "it's pretty hard to disbelieve the presence of the Sasquatch, in face of all the realistic stories passed on by the various tribes of Indians who live near the mountains, and who are so convinced of the existence of the giants that they scarcely dare to speak of them in more than the whispers.

"How about yourself?" I questioned J. A. "Do you believe in the Sasquatch?"

"Sure-I can't help but believe in them, after hearing almost every tribe along the lower mainland of the B.C. coast tell about the wonders of the Saskquatch," concluded Hewat.

[wctruitt]

Fur trapper in front of his cabin - Alaska, 1980’s

[mvaljean525]

     Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow.

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Don't Eat the Yellow Snow - Excerpt - 1974

Album: Apostrophe (')

Frank Zappa  1940-1993

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Graphic - Nanook Of The North Nanoon Köldens Son - 1922, Les Frères Revillon, Swedish

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Video:

FRANK ZAPPA -- DON'T EAT THE YELLOW SNOW AND NANOOK RUBS IT

[kamiyu910]

Why would you meet your dad wearing deer skin? Are you ok? Is this some religion thing? Please educate me

“What’s a Rendezvous”

A Mountain Man Rendezvous is similar to a renaissance faire, it’s a reenactment of a type of trader get together that was a meeting for Native Americans and mountain men, and anyone else who wanted to trade things like furs, skins, weapons, food, etc. They tend to take place in the mid 19th century, and deer skin was one of the most common hides for Native American clothing, as deer are everywhere. Buffalo was good for things like shoes and tents but was really thick whereas deer hide is soft and supple and not the best for moccasin soles (I’ve worn out plenty of pairs...) 

It’s not really a religion, but a celebration of cultures, a remembrance of how things were, and a way to meet new people from all walks of life. My favorite thing about rendezvous was that everyone was equal there, regardless of where they came from, race, etc. 

I’m not sure what you must have pictured when thinking “deer skin” but even modern leather jackets are made from deer skin. 

These guys were all wearing deer skin leggings, for instance. We’re pretty spoiled with clothing these days, even so much that thrift stores and homeless shelters are overrun with donations here, but 150 years ago, they wanted clothing that would last because it was a lot harder to get. Poor folk usually had only two outfits; everyday wear and Sunday best. Mountain men, living far from civilization, didn’t always have access to cloth and didn’t have the time nor equipment to spin the yarn, weave the cloth, or sew the shirts, but they had plenty of access to hides as that was their business. Similarly were the Native Americans, though there were some tribes that had cloth clothing, especially in the later 19th century, for reasons I’m sure you can guess.

Also, leather is just really comfortable (unless you’re trying to put on a cold leather dress early in the morning with no underdress... or it’s really hot and you’re sweating and it’s sticking to you...)

[misterloki]

Character designs for an upcoming short comic written by my friend Emily (@birdiewrites on twitter). This will be my first wlw short comic and I am very excited! It follows Ledoc and Aufair, two wintering fur trapping partners and the predicament they unintentionally get themselves stuck in. 

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“DEMENTED TRAPPER KILLS CONSTABLE,” Kingston Whig-Standard. February 1 1932. Page 10. ---- Man Was Fleeing From-His Blown-up Cabin in the Arctic ---- EDMONTON, Feb. 1— Constable E. Millien was shot and killed by Albert Johnson, demented trapper, at a point 30 miles up the Rat River Saturday.

Details of the shooting reached Edmonton last night. It was reported to Aklavik by a portable radio with the patrol and the word then flashed to the city. 

The killing occurred in the rolling barrens of the upper Rat River about 30 miles from where the stream flows into the rushing Mackenzie, according to the meagre radio report, apparently Johnson was fleeing westward from his dynamite-shattered cabin to the Yukon boundary about 100 miles distant .A journey of another 100 miles across the northern tip of the Yukon would take him into Alaska, United States territory.