As you know, I am doing a local Dark Days Challange, and it got me thinking about how local food changes based on where you live, I enjoyed supporting the local Inuit when I lived up in the high artic, and purchased local game and seafood from both the hunters directly and also from the co-op store, one of the finest meats that was available was Muskox.

It got me thinking I would not mind a little northern meats to be brought back down south the next time someone needs to head up north for work. I have included a photo taken by DH on one of his work trips a few years ago, it was before my Grandma D passed away and we would try and take an make a couple Movies each year of all the places we went and send them back to show her parts of Canada that she had never been.

DH had the video camera on at the same time as this photo was taken, and he was in a hide of a nice big pile of rocks, and he was filming the herd and quietly talking about them for Grandma, and snapped some nice photos to go with and then decided that he would head back to camp.. Ooops, a big bull had come past him and was quietly grazing on the tundra where he wanted to go. So it became a good long wait till the herd had moved on enough for DH to safely sneak away and go to camp.

Now just in case someone thought, why didn’t he just stand up and they would all run away, well Muskox are not deer or boo that are most likely to just run away, they will stand their ground and while its not easy to see in the photo that little dark bob beside the cow is a calf, and you don’t want to mess with a herd of Muskox at any time but add in calfs and you had better mind your P & Q. It seemed like every summer someone was reported injuried or killed because they took a risk around the young bulls across the territory.

Wonder what happened to all those home vidoe that we sent Grandma’s way?