Hunting is part of my First Nations culture. I personally am not a hunter, but many people that I know are. One of my brothers is. I was a fisherman. Not a lot of hunters here anymore. In this band of 1700 members, I don't think there's 100 hunters.

East of here in Verendrye park, the Anishinabek of Barriere Lake (Rapid Lake) still get most of their food from hunting and fishing and trapping. The white men keep cutting down all the park though, destroying habitat. It's clear-cutting. They say it's selective-cutting, taking the large trees, leaving the small ones, they give it fancy names; bull$#!t, get out in the bush and you'll see it's clear-cutting. Everything's gone, and the ground is torn all to hell.

Anyway, we'll be having a traditional community Winter feast here on Dec 19. Moose meat and pickerel and trout for sure, and probably some deer and maybe rabbit too. Some drumming. Someone'll be doing a sunrise ceremony early that morning. It's all free.

My friend Will still follows the tradition of giving a snack to the Elders. He gets a moose or some fish, he makes the rds giving a snack to the Elders.

I don't object to hunting. I object to unnecessary animal suffering though, and to killing animals for no reason. You gotta have that respect for the animals, you give thanks, and you eat what you take.

Here's my pal Myles who was out hunting and came across the dead deer. The old man is 91 years old at the time of the video, Regis, and he's still alive right now, 96 now. He was born at a time when Jack Dempsey was just a contender.