Ian Johnson, Winnipeg, MB
When you are 13 or thereabouts in Cranberry Portage, at some point a moose hunting expedition springs to mind – especially if older brother Dennis is a keen woodsman, has a rifle, and holds first dibs on the family Ski-Doo. Our family home was a mile from downtown, in the bush, and in the sixties that was very isolated. My bedroom window looked out on the bay of Lake Athapap, so summertime was a mixture of canoeing and swimming. Our house was nestled between two lodges with many American clientele who stayed for the superb lake trout fishing. There again, older brother entered the scene guiding for these visitors and allowing me to tag along as first mate on the big lodge boats.