PNW Fall: Fly Fishing And Hunting Auroras
fly fishing and hunting auroras | up knorth x circa 1983

Late summer skies bring about an inaudible relaxation in the air. While everyone is (for good reason) infatuated with summer, it seems fall is where most of our hearts lie. This past weekend, it wasn't just red autumn sunsets that filled the sky, but solar flares that were predicted to cause northern lights all along the southern west coast. While it turns out no auroras were to be seen, the views did not disappoint.

Photography by Owen Perry IG: @circa_1983 at Green Lake, in Whistler, BC

Gear: Photographer's Backpack  

fly fishing and hunting auroras | up knorth x circa 1983
fly fishing and hunting auroras | up knorth x circa 1983
fly fishing and hunting auroras | up knorth x circa 1983
fly fishing and hunting auroras | up knorth x circa 1983
Bear Country 101; What To Do If You See A Bear
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The heart of the Pacific Northwest knows no shortage of bears. It does however, seem to know a shortage of those who know what to do and how to act in bear country. While bears generally want nothing to do with you, we can guarantee no one wants to push the buttons of a 1000-pound Grizzly.

Things to keep in mind:

Invest in some bear spray before entering bear country. Know how and when to use it. 

Put your iPhone away and pay attention to your surroundings.

Feel the wind. If you are hiking into the wind, your scent will not reach bears ahead of you and the chances of encounter are higher. Be aware and consider making more warning noise.

Feel the land. Hiking across open meadows, ridges, or hillsides provides the opportunity for spotting bears at a distance. Hiking in gullies, thick forests, or along streams masks noise and scent and increases possibility of encounters.

If camping, cook at least 100m away from your tent and leave your campsite spotless before calling it a night. Remove all reasons for a bear to visit your location looking for food.

If you see a bear:

If you notice a bear at a distance, stay calm and assess your situation. Give the bear a wide privacy space - make a very wide detour or go back the way you came and take a different route.

If the bear is close, it will require more immediate action and evaluation of the situation:

Get your bear spray out if you have it. Talk in a calm, but loud voice, for the bear to hear you.

Have you or your group slowly back away, the same direction from which you came if possible. But, don't run away. Turning your back and fleeing will initiate the bears predator response. 

Be ready for a 'bluff' charge where the bear lunges at you, but then stops. The bear is trying to scare you off. Continue to back away calmly without losing your cool and turning to run.

A bear that is initially curious or testing you may become predatory if you do not stand up to it. 

Occasionally a bear may approach you in a non-defensive manner, and very rarely may see you as potential prey. Ensure you know the difference, judge the bears actions. If it is a young bear, it may simply be curious. Stand your ground, talking or yelling loudly (firm and calm, not panic). If the bear attacks:

Act aggressively. Look it straight in the eyes and let it know you will fight if attacked. Shout! Make yourself look as big as possible. Stamp your feet and take a step or two toward the bear.

If you are in a group, stay close together. You will appear more menacing this way. Threaten the bear with whatever is handy (stick, pole, bear spray). The more the bear persists, the more aggressive your response should be.

If the bear attacks, use your deterrent and fight for your life. Under the rare chances you may be victim to such an attack, us your deterrent and if needed, concentrate your attack on the face, eyes and nose. 

What To Do If You See A Bear
Filling The Larder Down Under With Rohan Anderson
Seen here: Filson Scoped Canvas Gun Case -  Find it here.

Seen here: Filson Scoped Canvas Gun Case - Find it here.

Rohan Anderson, of popular blog Whole Larder Love, is a modern-day hunter-gatherer living just outside the historical town of Ballarat in regional Victoria, Australia. He spent much of his childhood on a small farm where he developed not only an affinity for nature, but also a deep understanding of the role it plays in providing sustenance. Now, Rohan has taken these lessons into his adult life where he now grows, hunts, fishes, and forages in wild and urban surroundings – procuring food to feed his family. It’s now autumn in Australia and Rohan is hunting to fill his larder storeroom with sustenance for the harsh winter. Photos courtesy of Kate Berry.

The winds have cooled. Evenings bring a chill that will test a mans resolve. The kitchen garden begins to look worse for ware, frost burnt foliage barely hides the remaining fruit from the past summer. Autumn is the early warning system, it’s the prophet that speaks of of the oncoming harshness of winter.

Autumn is a second chance. It gives me enough time to prepare, to re-stock my cache in readiness. All summer I’ve tended my garden, I’ve nurtured and harvested. Food has been stored, preserved and bottled. But there is one thing I don’t have the luxury of making myself, instead I allow nature to do that work for me. There are beasts out there that will feed us, they’ve been feeding humans for eons. Allowing mother nature to determine her carrying capacity, to decide what she will give and what she will retain.

March starts the cycle, with ducks in season. They’ve breed and hatched last spring and now are in good numbers on the water. My task is to traverse the fields to water holes, damns and wetlands, searching for groups of ducks. Hunting these skittish birds is no easy task. They often hear me before I spot them. Every effort is made for a silent approach. The pant of my dog, the slight crack of a broken stick, all these things are enough to spook a skittish duck. But when the cards are played well, my position is unknown and as I rise to observe the water my efforts are rewarded. Ducks on the water, soon to be alerted of my presence, and that’s fine, up they go. With a resounding boom, my gun works its best to find the mark. A duck will drop for the water, a meal has been won. My obedient pointer released from my hold dives into the frigid waters for his job is ingrained from years of selective breeding. Webbed feet paddle away, open toothy jaws grab the marked duck and a sharp turn around, duck is retrieved and on its way to master. What an experience that is. To work hand in hand with a hunting dog. I never feel alone when Henry is by my side. We both like to hunt, to be outside, doing what years of evolution have made us to be: hunters.

With ducks plucked, cooked or frozen we head out for our next duty, hunting red meat for winter stores. It’s illegal for me to hunt the most sustainable meat, kangaroo, so my next option is introduced wild deer. The population has been meticulously managed for years by hunting groups, but now the population has boomed. In some places there are as many deer as there are kangaroo. It’s a beautiful meat, a beautiful animal and like money in the bank for our food store. When not much grows in the deadly cold of winter, I can always pluck out some venison from the stores and feast like a king. It is after all a royal game.

Our camp has been set, our swags rolled out for evening. Dusk light sneaks its way through the bush, scattered and dappled landing on the forest floor. Spell binding as the light may be, we head out to observe, to search to become acquainted with this patch of earth. There are tracks and scats everywhere. In the distance we hear them, bucks growling, their hoofs rustle in the dried eucalyptus litter on the forest floor. Here there are no other humans, just bush and beast, weather and light. All sense are on high alert, lapping up everything that surrounds. To be an observer here, is to be a privileged man.

Evening arrives as fast as dusk disappears. A stew bubbles away above hot coals and flames, destined to fill our hungry bodies. With bellies full and hearts at peace, sleep comes without obstacle. Eyes open early to a dark morning, the air is crisp, steam exits with breath, the morning is ours to hunt upon. We gather our gear, jackets pulled over our shoulders, boot laces pulled tight and the rifle slides from its case and rounds fill the magazine.

Through the bush we creep, as quiet as we can be. Distant bucks challenge, heads and antlers crash and battle. Glimpses of the beasts are spied through brush and tree. The growling and fighting becomes distant and we return to being alone with the wind toying with the high tree’s and silence of soil below. Later in the morning, my chance comes with a stag dead centre in our path. My aim is true and a shot to the neck and he drops like a sack of potatoes. He’s a beautiful animal. From a distance a buck gives off the appearance of grace, up close however he is more powerful. He is strong, magnificent. Seeing the animal dead is difficult at times. Especially being such a large beast. As I kneel beside him, my heart aches for what I’ve done, at the same time rejoices for the meat I have acquired. To think this way is to be human.  

My task is far from complete. There’s the skinning, gutting and butchering. It’s far from the luxury of buying plastic wrapped meat from a supermarket, but that’s the choice I’ve made. To hunt and work for my meat. I’m living real. I’m living backwards in a world that keeps telling us to move forwards. I like being here. This is what makes the most sense. 

Article via Filson. Photography by Kate Berry. Find Whole Larder Love on Instagram here.


The Land Rover Experience

From the start - Land Rovers have been icons of all terrain, go-anywhere rugged vehicles. Servicing military officials to hill farming, muddy back-country ventures or isolated snow terrain - The Land Rovers have done it all. A rapid expansion in the market however, has begun to delicately 'tarnish' the company's offroad reputation. With a large 'luxury lifestyle' oriented audience the launch of models (such as the Evoque) has rather dulled the reputation. 

To keep up the good name, the company came up with a way to keep Land Rover enthusiasts on their toes. Their message? Don't underestimate the off-road capabilities of these cars; despite the fancy new luxury features most models are now sporting. 

They have effectively laid out a smorgasbord or their finest, latest models to take you into the heart of whatever backcountry you chose - Drive the Defender, Discovery, Evoque, Range Rover Sport or even their Armoured Defender 110 (because, why not?). 

The company is offering you the chance to get behind the wheel and tackle some of the toughest off road terrain out there. Dip your fingers in for a one hour 'Taster Drive' or go all-in with Half Day, Full Day and Multi-Day Expeditions. Choose from snowy jaunts in Finland to dry African deserts - Whatever the condition, they're out to prove Land Rover can tackle it (as well as spruce up your driving skills). 

Book Your Adventure: The Land Rover Experience 

The GSP : Fine German Engineering
photo via  The Noisy Plume 
photo via  The Noisy Plume 
Via the GSPCA

Via the GSPCA

Like all German designs, the GSP (German Shorthaired Pointer) is a fine-tuned, versatile all-purpose gundog. Dating back to mid-19th century Germany, breeders set out to deliberately create a dog so versatile that it would hunt all species of upland gamebirds and waterfowl as well as all other kinds of small game. In addition, this all-around canine would also scent and track big game such as wild boar and wounded deer and find and dispatch predators like fox and feral cats when necessary. The breed was 'improved' by multiple infusions of foreign gun dogs, particularly the English pointer and possibly the English setter. By the late 1930's the breed is how we know it today in both form and function. 

One of the more energetic breeds, the GSP is a hunting dog by nature; protective, clever and willing to please. The dog intentionally has lots of natural prey drive, point and retrieve and hunts early in their lives. Though they have a strong 'working' side, they are great house dogs, notoriously goofy with a tendency to think they are lapdogs. 

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Hipsters Are Going Hunting

On a cool evening in November, a group of twentysomethings set out from a farmhouse near Creemore, Ont., and shot a deer. They carried the animal back to the house with a tractor and strung it up for field dressing, first making an incision to carefully remove the intestines and stomach. They then spent the weekend butchering the carcass into cuts of venison and making sausages to stock their freezers.

This was the first hunt for some in this group from Toronto—and they didn’t want others to know. No one interviewed would go public. One woman feared that associating her name with killing animals might harm her boyfriend’s vegetarian business. Another thought it could make it harder to get a job in the tech sector.

The aesthetics of hunting have been hot for some time: lumberjack shirts and hunting caps as fashion, taxidermy and deer antlers as decor. All that was missing was the hunting. Now, a growing number of people who don’t fit the typical hunter profile are turning to the activity. Killing wild animals to procure your own meat is, after all, a natural next step for locavore types who’ve been growing vegetables, keeping backyard chickens and fermenting their own kombucha

When you hunt your own game to make Canada goose prosciutto, as Drake Larsen of Iowa did a few Wednesdays ago after work, you have the ultimate alternative to the factory-raised meats typically found in the grocery cooler. “We never buy a package of ground beef. Ever,” said Larsen, who recently finished grad school and works by day at an organization promoting sustainable agriculture.

“It’s not just the boys going hunting,” said Chris Benson, who coordinates a program for Ducks Unlimited Canada that introduces new people to hunting. “It’s women, it’s environmentalists, it’s people from large urban centres who just want hands-on outdoor experience.” “Honest food is what I’m seeking,” writes Shaw, encapsulating the mentality of the new hunter.

Reblogged from Macleans; by Sarah Elton. Full article here.

Auto-pilot Angling At The Campsite
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Luke Gram Photography

For hunters, anglers and outdoorsmen bush-hooking is a long-time practice of putting some food over the fire after an unsuccessful hunt; or nice alternative to the dehydrated food many hikers are found with. This method allows the convenience of being able to attend camp chores or go out for the hunt while still technically fishing. 


Find a sapling or flexible limb that is extended over the water a few feet upstream from your desired fishing spot. Make sure the tree or branch is strong enough to put up a fight with the fish yet flexible (much like a fishing rod) enough to make sure the line won't snap under shock. To set up the line (ideally) attach a three-way swivel 30-50lbs. monofilament line. To one end tie a sinker and to the other the hook and bait. If the current isn't strong enough to keep the hook and bait above the river bed then you can rig the line with a float to allow the hook to be at the right elevation. Finally tie the main line from the three-way swivel to the sapling or branch you selected earlier. Check the line every couple of hours and remove the line when your ready to move on. 

*Ensure sure that local wide life regulations allow for this type of angling.

The Filson Cruiser Patent: Better With Age
1 Day Old vs 15 Years Old - Better With Age

1 Day Old vs 15 Years Old - Better With Age

In March, 1914, C.C. Filson was awarded U.S. Patent #1,088,891 for his Cruiser Shirt design. It was a time in U.S. history when prospectors braved the frozen hills of the Yukon to seek their fortunes and surveyors worked for days on end surveying stands of timber in the Pacific Northwest.


Like these early adventurers who sought paths with no guaranteed outcomes, Filson was also an entrepreneur, and his original patent illustrates his inventiveness, his functional design sensibility and his ability to meet and exceed the needs of serious outdoor laborers and sports enthusiasts.

This year Filson celebrates 100 years of the original Cruiser Shirt patent. The Cruiser has gone through many iterations, depending on what it was built for: timber surveying, mining, hunting, fly fishing or work wear. What hasn’t changed is its functional heritage: It has always been — and always will be — offered as a tool to be worn outside.

Get your Plaid Lined Soy Wax Cruiser or our favorite The Mackinaw Plaid Cruiser Jacket

Reblogged from BBB-Mag