Adventures and Journeys in Living History

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Tuesday, January 9, 2018

My Pemmican and Parfleche Meat Folder Project

"Buffalo Hunt" - George Catlin
In it’s simplest form, pemmican is made from dried meat and tallow. Tallow is rendered fat that many times comes from the fat around the internal organs of the animal. Usually the meat is lean with as little fat content as possible. Sliced thinly it’s allowed to dry. Historically speaking, with buffalo, this was done by draping the long strips of meat on a lashed together rack. Think of a tripod with horizontal poles lashed on in a somewhat ladder like configuration. Once with meat was dried it was usually cut and pounded into a powdery consistency. Tallow was then heated into a liquid state and mixed with the now powdery dried meat until it stuck together. It was often times placed in some type of parfleche, a rawhide container. In our example of buffalo, the animal would provide for all things necessary for both the pemmican and the parfleche.  While there definitely were variations, for example, bone marrow could be used for the tallow, meat could be dried over a low fire where it was essentially “jerked” or berries/chokecherries could also be added to the mix, what has just been described would likely be your most common type of “long term use” pemmican.  

The Parfleche Meat Holder
Soaking The Rawhide
About a month ago I started working on a project that I just finished up. I decided in preparation for an upcoming winter camp I was going to make pemmican and a parfleche meat folder to keep it in.

Going back to our example of buffalo, the hide of it was used to make different rawhide containers called “perleche.” The flesh side would have been scraped clean of meat and fat and the hair would oftentimes be removed by being pounded with a stone. The rawhide would then be shaped and made into different “folders” and containers. Understandably, our minds many times will go to these images of pigment decorated rawhide of different American tribal design. A number, however, were decorated by only incised designs and many were undecorated all together. As this particular “folder” style parfleche was going to be holding pemmican, of which the tallow would inevitably seep into the rawhide, helping to seal it all around, not to mention eventually become a bit of a greasy mess, it made the most logical sense to me to not decorate this one.

Rawhide Shaped and Holes Drilled
Again, as I did not have ready access to buffalo, I used the rawhide of a deer I had shot several years back to make my meat folder parfleche. The starting size was a rectangle, roughly that of a sheet of copy paper. I cut some thin strips as well to use for the lacing on the sides and set these to soaking. I soaked the rectangle in water a bit so that I could shape it into an envelope with a flap that was roughly 5” x 9”. As I was trying to complete this folder at school on a Friday afternoon during a prep period I marked out where I wanted my edge holes for lacing as wells as the holes for tying the flap shut
Folder Laced and Drying
and then drilled them out. (A historic method would be to burn the holes out with a burning stick. You could also heat a piece of round metal stock of the diameter you wish to have to burn your holes that way.) I then tied a couple knots at the bottom of my rawhide laces and then laced them through the side holes to close the sides of the folder. The extra lacing I tied off at the top of the folder and then tied to each other so that there was a strap to hang the folder with. I then slightly stuffed the inside of the folder to give it some shape and used binder clips to hold the flap down while it dried. I let it hang from the strap I made. I made ties for the flap from strips of brain tan deer hide that I had.

The Pemmican
As I didn’t have ready access to buffalo meat, I wanted to get a good sized piece of beef with as little fat content as possible. I selected a 5-6 pound piece of “eye of round.” While I wanted to build a rack
Mixing the Tallow and Dried Meat
for in my house (or even daringly my classroom) it was determined that “jerking” the meat at a low temperature in my smoker would probably be the best way to go in December in Montana. I thinly sliced the meat, sprinkled some salt and pepper on it for some slight flavor and into the smoker it went until it was mostly dry. I then removed the meat onto cookie cooling racks in our kitchen until the meat was completely dry. I then broke the meat down into small pieces until I was ready to continuing processing it. It being winter, and as I don’t currently have a mortar and pestle, I used a food processor to continue breaking down the meat. I was able to get what appeared “mostly” powdered down. I now had roughly 4 ½ cups of dried powdered beef.

While I look forward to doing the whole process from scratch at some point, for the sake of time, as
Putting the Pemmican in the Folder
well as this being my first time making pemmican, I purchased beef tallow on Amazon.com. I figured as I had 4 ½ cups of powdered meat I’d likely need roughly the same amount of melted tallow. Boy was I wrong! Shortly into the pour from the saucepan on the stove into the large glass bowl I had the powdered meat in I realized I wasn’t going to need nearly as much tallow. I quickly poured from the bowl into the saucepan what I figured was the excess tallow before it was all absorbed into the meat. I then thoroughly mixed things until it was sticky enough to hold its form. The excess tallow I allowed to cool down some and then back into it container it went. The pemmican was now done. I put it into the folder. It was still warm. A while later you could see where the tallow was working its way into the rawhide.

Pemmican for Soup
Finishing Up
I kept set some pemmican aside that was roughly the size of a golf ball that wasn’t put into the folder. In a similar fashion to what Rodney Douglas and Sean McQueen had done on their 2017 Fall Hunt, I took that ball of pemmican and water and made it into a soup in my tin cup for part of my dinner. I added a little salt to the pemmican soup. The flavor, to me at least, wasn’t off putting. It was slightly reminiscent of watery juices from a steak. Not terrible at all really. It’s not my favorite, however, I think on a cold night night in the snow in the winter if I was not able to make meat, I’d be glad to have this. In fact, I look forward to using this pemmican during our upcoming winter camp.

Final Thoughts
I still need to “seal” the side seams of the folder with tallow.
Pemmican Soup for Dinner

I think pounding the meat with a stone or using a mortal and pestel would give you better results in as far as processing the meat. The food processor appeared to do a good job, however, there was a decent amount, I’d say between ¼ and ⅓ of the meat, that was still like little pieces of twig.

I want to do this again where I dry the meat on a rack outside. It would be interesting to see the difference in how the tallow absorbs into the powdered meat and how this affects the meat.

I’d like to do this with venison as well as buffalo and use some bone marrow too.

Meat Folder full of Pemmican
If you haven’t tried pemmican yet, I’d encourage you to take on this project. You get to combine some historic food making along with getting to work with parfleche. It’s just another way that we get to learn about and experience what life was like for the people we portray. I would offer a word of caution in regards to the pemmican though. As I understand there are basically two different kinds of pemmican. The first is as we’ve described so far: meat and tallow. This combination will last a LONG time. The second kind is meat, tallow and the berries/chokecherries. This was seen more as a short term pemmican as the addition of the fruit would eventually cause it to spoil. If you make this second type, be sure you get it all used up and not forget about it buried in your gear for a couple years...you might end up with some smelly gear and needing to make a new meat folder!

-- Leifer


Incised Decorated Parfleche Folder

Native Woman Pounding Meat for Pemmican

Friday, January 30, 2015

2015 FUMLA Winter Camp

The following is transcribed from my field journal. There are typos, misspellings and editings as there would be for transcriptions of other period journals. This entry is from FUMLA Winter Camp in January of 2015

WINTER CAMP – CHARBONNEU CREEK
FRIDAY, JANUARY 23, 2015    

     My daughter Signe came with me to winter camp. It was her turn. In preparation for what could be colder weather I made a small hooded capote from a drab blanket scraps with red melton welting. It’s big on both the girls so we should be able to get a few years use out of it for all three kids. I’d also made a small wolf eared cap from blanket scrap as well for Garrick that we brought along. Signe had her trade dress, mocs and wool leggings. She also had some additional clothing depending on how cold it got.
     It had been unseasonably warm all week so the ground was rather damp. In the past kids who were along for the camps at the cabin along Charbonneau Creek would sleep in the loft. I decided we would do that as well. Next time, provided it would be less wet, Signe and I would sleep outside.
     We met up with Taylor and he followed us to the site. This was his first time to winter camp.
     We arrived and hiked into the site. We found Rod, Dave F and Tod were there. Tod had
arrived several hours earlier and had set up a small fly for his camp.
     I unpacked the gear and got the loft situated for Signe and me. It had been some years since the loft had been slept in. There wasn’t a lot of room for me to move around due to my size so Signe was a big help in getting things laid out properly. Monk, one of our Canadien brethren, arrived a bit later.
     Amid the candle-light this evening I made a rabbit stew in my lidded copper trade kettle for Signe and myself. We had enough rabbit to let everyone try some. The general consensus was that it wasn’t all that bad. To my pallet it can have a flavor and texture similar to a thanksgiving turkey.
     Conversation this evening brought up memories of past winter camps and their discussion. Rod shared some recollections from a book written by Frank Linderman called “Montana Adventure.” Linderman had done some trapping in the 1880s or so in Montana and went on to be a state legislator. That was the first book of the evening that I decided I must add to my library being as I as well am a Montana boy. Another book that got brought up was “West of William H. Ashley.”  As I understand it is considered a great reference that one keeps going back to. This will also be added to my library.
     Discussion was also had on the Indian Wars as it is very applicable to this area, Fort Buford being not too far from where we were currently encamped.
     It had been a full day for me so after a while I climbed up into the loft with Signe, she to the inside and myself closest to the edge. After having been dozing for what I assume had been close to an hour I was awoken to Signe nudging me. “Daddy?” “What Signe.” “I have to go to the bathroom.” So much for having taken care of that before we went to bed.

WINTER CAMP – CHARBONNEU CREEK
SATURDAY, JANUARY 24, 2015         

     Slept fairly well during the night. Discovered Signe moves a lot in her sleep. She said she stayed warm. Rod was gone by the time we got up, off to take care of the cows. Breakfast was flatbread and cheese. Tod made some hominy with black walnuts that he shared with the party. It wasn’t bad. A found it to be a hearty meal.
     Taylor saw what was likely a large muskrat in the water and we clamored to see it from the steep bank. With the ground and snow melting a person had to be careful where they stepped lest they find themselves in the creek.
     It rained off and one later in the morning and afternoon. Despite that, Tod , Taylor and myself went off on a short scout to follow the creek and see what sign we could find, rifles in tow. I had brought along my single spring muskrat trap made by Allen Harrison. Rod had said that after he had gotten the beaver back in October that the muskrats had taken over.
     We found recent bird tracks in what was left of the snow and the mud. After some debate we concluded the particular bird was likely pheasant.  Came across some coon tracks as well. There was a place along the creek with bones spread out from a cow that had died probably a year past. Several places along the way we came to temporary streams from the melting snow that creative short “falls” down the bank that poured into the creek.
     My moccasins and feet were completely soaked and freezing. With addition of my wool leggings to my regular clothing, my legs and the rest of me was comfortably warm. I didn’t seem to notice my feet quite so much since the rest of me was fine. The leggings were doing their job well.
     Finally we made it to the dam. While there appeared to be some sign for muskrat, there
didn’t appear to be any recent enough sign to convince me to place my trap. Oh well. Another day. We decided take the overland route back to the site instead of following the creek back. Lots of good discussion and an enjoyable short scout.
     For lunch, more rabbit stew, and I set to roasting a rabbit leg. Kim arrive with Brynja to visit for a couple hours. This was their first time to the cabin. Brynja really like the rabbit.
     I started working on my version of the striped bag seen in AJ MILLER’s “Trappers Bride”. I was able to get red ticking, though, not quite the right material. I’ll try to find a better option later on. I will need to put a button on it and a strap at a later time. I was pretty happy with how it turned out.
     Mike Casler came for a spell as well. As I understand it has been some time since he had been out to the site. We all had some good conversation and then Tod, Mike and I conversed for a while. Mike talked to us about how his recent research had been coming along and some of the interesting things he’d discovered. ...
     ...Mike departed later. Kim did as well, taking Signe home with her. Signe was sad to leave. Now I have to find a time to take Garrick out with me.
     Tod and Taylor had to leave late afternoon.
     Rod returned as it was beginning to be dark. It had taken much longer than he had expected and said that they’d had problems with a cow.
     Supper was roasted beaver and roasted buffalo that I shared with what was left of our small party. Jerry Lassey stopped out for awhile, along with Briana, Christian and Anders.
     Played three games of cribbage with Dave F. It was good to play again. I won two of the three games. At the conclusion of the third game I crawled into my bedding, lulled by the candlelight, and slept.

WINTER CAMP – CHARBONNEU CREEK
SUNDAY, JANUARY 25, 2015

     I was up first this morning, followed by Rod. I had to leave right away this morning so I
mantied my gear and hiked it back to the truck, coming back a final time for my rifle, pouch and horn. I noticed that the creek was easily five to six feet higher this morning! It was a good thing I hadn’t set my muskrat trap! I would have going home without it if I had!
     I said goodbye to the party and hiked back to the truck. Rod was about to head out, too, to go check the cattle. We said our goodbyes and parted ways. I look forward to being out on the ground again this spring. 
-- Leifer



Signe

Pheasant tracks
The new cap works well

Two stews and a leg of rabbit

Dave Finders and Mark "Monk" Thorn

Signe opted to wear her boots

Snow runoff causing a small "fall" before draining into the creek

The bones

Working on the AJ Miller bag.
Photo by: Tod Fossetta

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

October 2014 Aux Aliments Du Pays

The following is transcribed from my field journal. There are typos, misspellings and editings as there would be for transcriptions of other period journals. This entry is from a three day, 2 night Aux Aliments Du Pays in October of 2014

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 16th, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DE PAYS


     The last food I ate was about 8:30pm yesterday. This morning the only thing I have consumed has been water. By 10:30am today I was on the trail. Things were wet & misty out with cloud cover. It was about 50 deg. F.
     By good providence I came across wild grapes. Amazingly there were still some that were still grapes & hadn’t turned into raisins yet. Considering this area has frozen a few times this was a great find & boost to morale. I would have something to eat today. I picked a bunch & put them in my blue check scarf & tied it to my braces. I picked both the grapes & the ones that had turned to raisins.
     About an hour later I dropped my manty pack & began to pursue a quarry of pheasant I had stumbled upon. It seamed to not matter that I was trying to be slow & quiet while taking off the pack. I loaded my 1790s contract rifle with #4 shot & pursued the bird for several hours. I fired three times & slew no birds. At least I had the grapes. Tommorrow will be another chance. I backtracked & got my pack.
     I came across the stream that is fed by a spring & crossed it. I found the clearing that I had found while scouting the area some months back & set up camp in a sheltered spot underneath some trees.
     Taking my rifle with me I scouted the area more & found some pippins! A crab apple
tree! They weren’t to tart. That’s now two food sources I can return to over the next two days if I can find nothing else. No signs of rabbit or squirrel. I did find some large cactus. A third food source.
     Collected water from the stream in my lidded copper kettle & filtered it with a SAWYER filter. The water tastes good. I now have roughly a quart of water, not counting what is in my guord canteen.
     I started collect wood for a fire. There is so much available dead fall that I really don’t need my axe. A half axe or large hatchet would have been sufficient & lighter. I don’t have one of those yet. One of those tear down buck saws would have been great to as they are smaller & lighter.
     I pulled out my fire tin & retrieved a piece of char cloth & some strips of dry bark tinder I had collected earlier. Used a piece of flint & my oval fire steel hanging from my belt I quickly got a small fire going.
     I opened up the scarf that held the grapes & began to pic the raisins off the bunches &
put them into my tin cup until it was about a quarter full. I then filled the cup with water & sat it next to the coals to warm up. While I waited I slowly ate the small grapes off of the little bunches with my mouth. They tasted good & contain two seeds, which I ate as well, chewing them up finely. I also ate some of the pippins. The raisins reconstituted themselves well enough in the hot water. They now took up half the tin cup. The water was now purple & the hot diluted grape flavor water felt good as I drank It.
     I built a small tripod over the fire & hung my pants on it to dry. Then my socks & mocs. When everything was dry got redressed & let the fire burn down to coals. I then pulled my rifle, bag & horn into my bedroll & hunkered down for the night. My gloves & extra shirt I used for a pillow.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17th, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DU PAYS

     It got down to 38 deg. F lastnight. Was nice & warm & comfortable. I would wake up roughly every hour to the sound of animals. I was able to identify the sounds of: dogs, coyotes, owls, birds, deer & even a feral cat. The coyotes woke me up three times. They got within an 1/8th to ¼ mile of me. #4 shot loaded in the rifle & only needed the pan primed to be put to use. I know I was most likely safe, however, when you are alone your mind can have a tendancy of running wild. Throughout the night I would end up playing my jaw harp, singing loudly “Over the Hills and Far Away”, “The Regular Army O” & “God’s Own Child I Gladly Say It” as well as spending many moments in conversation with my creator asking for protection, peace of mind & bravery if I should need it. I awoke again at early dawn, it just starting to get light. I said one final prayer & slept soundly for several straight hours.
     I awoke to sunshine! Such a happy change from yesterday! I ate a several small bunches of the wild grapes & some pippins. I really haven’t been eating all that much & seem to be doing well thus far.
     I decided to scout the area more to try to draw a crude map of the are & the places I had
been. I found a downed willow & was able to cross the stream without getting my feet wet. I picked another batch of pippins & put them into my blue scarf tied onto my braces. I ate some while I walked. The area is pretty with the fall colors. Took several shots at pheasants but they eluded me. Finally I got one! However, it landed on the other side of the water so I hat to backtrack to be able to cross it. I searched for half an hour or so & could not find him. Did he float down stream? Was he only winged & hobbled away while I made my way to the other side? I’ll never know.
     Mid afternoon I made my way back to camp to drink some water. After I drank my fill I grabbed the lidded copper kettle & the SAWYER & filtered another canteen full of water.
     I scouted more of the area for my map.
     When I made it back to camp I gathered additional wood & started a fire to make another cup of hot grape tea for supper. I put the remainder of my wild raisins into my tin cup, filled it with water & set it next to the coals to simmer.
     I decided to see what kind of a spread & pattern my rifle was doing with the #4 shot I was using by firing at the trunk of a dead tree. After I fired I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. At the top of the hill, not one hundred yards from me a coyote darted, stopped & looked at me & sauntered away. “Ok,” I said out loud, “time to evade the enemy.” I pulled my tea off to the side of my gear to let it cool & grabbed my kettle. If I acted now, within forty-five minutes I could pack my camp, douse the fire & be a mile down the trail.
     After several trips to the stream with my kettle had my fire thoroughly saturated. I quickly packed my gear, downed my tea, mantied the pack, loaded my rifle, donned my pack & was down the trail.
     It can be an eerie thing, headed down the trail, it almost dark, trying to make as little noise as possible. While I rather have a confrontation with coyotes than biped pursuers angered by my presence, I’d rather have no confrontation at all.
     It was dark when I finally stopped about a mile from my previous camp. I found a low hanging tree & made my bed under its branches. Looking up at the sky & seeing the stars shining brightly, I had a good idea tonight was going to be a lot colder. At this point I was sweaty pretty good & my hair was drenched. I quickly got my bedding sorted & tore off my shirt. I dried my hair as best I could & wiped myself down. I stood in the cold for several minutes trying to air dry off before I put on a dry shirt & fresh dry socks. I aly on top of my bedding until the cold was too uncomfortable & then crawled into my bedding, rifle beside me, only needing to be primed to be put to use.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 18, 2014
WILD GRAPE AUX ALIMENTS DE PAYS

     After a long while I finally fell asleep lastnight. While I was feeling more secure in my hidden location I did not fair any better for sleep in comparison to the previous night. About once an hour or so I would wake up. The wind blew off & on all night. It was noticeably colder & the fact I had began to sweat on my evasive hike lastnight had not aided things. It got down to 29 deg. F.
     I got up at early dawn & donned my capote & mittens. I was glad I had brought them. I
headed off on last time to hunt & scout the area.
     The birds eluded  me again. Sever times geese flew overhead, & I think I may have had an honest chance, however, I did not have a stamp for geese.
     I came across a large bird on the ground. It was a hawk. Yesterday I heard shot gun shots from this area. Had they accidentally shot him? Was he in the wrong place at the wrong time? It couldn’t have been there more than a day.
     Came across sign of beaver activity. Two dams across the stream, slides & a possible castor mound. Didn’t see the beaver.
     While on the trail I discovered there was a person on a horse with two dogs. Maybe I could avoid interaction. About the time I decided to step off the trail & into cover to avoid being detected the rider turned the horse & started coming at me. I figured I may as well continue on down the trail at this point instead of possibly creating a negative situation. When the dogs got closer I stopped & took a knee & held my hand out. I made sure that the muzzle of my rifle was pointed behind me as it rested on my knee. When the rider, a woman, got close enough I stood, began to walk again & said, “Looks like today is much nicer than a few days ago.” The rider responded with,”Yep. Today is gorgeous.” As we passed each other by the encounter ended. I wan’t sure how anyone would react to seeing me, dressed as I was & was glad I caused no apparent alarm.
     Mid morning I stopped & picked more pippins the last I would have on this trip. I ate them while I continued to scout & enjoy the scenery, knowing my time here was about done.
     I ventured down into the lowlands & followed a canal that went through a friends farm land. There were a group of men working on a garage. I attempted to avoid detection initially, but decided I would follow the canal the whole way down before I head back to pack up camp. I difiniately caught those poor boys off guard. “What the hell is that?” I heard one of the men ask followed by conversation I couldn’t discern.
 
    I kicked up some pheasants along the canal. When I reached the end I returned back to my camp where I packed my gear & then returned to my vehicle. It was a good experience. I fared well enough. I should have drank more water thant what I did. I was feeling weak from the sleep deprivation but good enough to make it home safely. I am proud of how things went overall. I would do some things differently next time, however, I survived. Which is good. I wouldn’t have to worry about my wife killing me for dying on her out in the woods.
-- Leifer

















Wednesday, May 7, 2014

2014 Crocus Blossom Rendezvous

The following is transcribed from my field journal. There are typos, misspellings and editings as there would be for transcriptions of other period journals. This entry is from the 2014 Crocus Blossom Rendezvous.

 2014 Crocus Blossom Rendezvous
May 2, 2014

This is the second camp with Kim & Garrick…I had mantied up our gear this time, with the exception of Garrick’s. He had his bedroll in a tumpline & carried an additional blanket. I ran saddle straps through the rope on mine to be able to wear it with should straps. Kim’s was smaller & ran a belt through the pack to wear it tumpline style.
            We arrived to see Dave F, Paul B, Pilgrim, Bob & Ms. Stone were already there. The area was along a creek, wooded & surrounded by hills.
            After selecting our campsite I went to chop on some deadfall for a front support for our shelter. While chopping in my usual fashion I saw a quick blur & then felt an impact against the left lense of my glasses that set them off kilter. Upon examining I found the lense had been ha[d] been hit with such force from the flying chip of wood that the lense pivoted in the frames & I had to set it aright. I have few things to be thankful for in regards to my failing eyesight, however, if it wasn’t for my glasses I would have lost or injured my eyes on numerous occasions. This incident would not have been good had I not been wearing my glasses.
            Paul assisted me while I set up my shelter in a diamond shape. Ms. Stone, our host,

had prepared a hearty soup for all present so we did not have to prepare our dinner this night.
            Time was spent around the campfire of Paul & Dave F.’s camp discussing a variety of topics & it was decided that Paul would accompany me the next day while I scouted the creek for beaver sign & a good place to set traps. Before retiring for the evening Ms. Stone informed me & Kim that if we needed anything for us or Garrick all we need to do was ask.
            The diamond shaped shelter I decided to make this time proved to work fairly well throughout the night as it would drizzle throughout it. An extra piece of ground cloth would be tossed over our heads & we would be kepts dry. Garrick would end up being placed between Kim & I. My 2 ½ year old is a little furnace that puts off a lot of heat. The temp for Friday night would be a low of 44 deg. F.


SAT. MAY 3, 2014 CROCUS BLOSSOM RENDEZVOUS
Early morning Kim & I would be disturbed by Garrick trying to burrow himself down by our feet. This would be an ongoing battle for about 20 minutes or so until he would finally settle down snuggling into my arms.
            Starting a fire this morning would prove difficult, but successful There was a bit of moisture in the air. I split wood down to get to the dry inside part & was use a little wax to help keep the initial flame going.
            Breakfast would be oatmeal with a little cinimon & brown sugar & raisins with bannock type bread made roasted on the side of a quartered log placed next to the fire. After camp chores were finished I set about to making some char cloth to replace what I had used.
            I cleared a spot at the edge of the fire & buried some cut cloth with a little dirt & ashes & then move some fire back on top of it. I would check it several hours later.
            Shortly before going to scout the creek, Pilgrim came up, holding the broken handle of my axe & apologizing for it. Upon inspection it was obvious that shoddy craftsmanship was a factor in my axe breaking. I assured him it was all right. There were more axes available throughout the rest of the group.
            Shortly thereafter with rifle ball pouch & powder horn in hand, Paul & I set out to

scout the creek. Along the way I found a small piece of petrified wood. I had remembered reading about petrified wood being used as a wet stone, so into my vest pocket it went. I also found the head end of an exoskeleton of a crawfish. Useful information to have. If needed to I could make some baskets to catch crawfish if we were to stay here for any length of time.
            Then we found a lots of sign. The beaver had done quite a numbe on an area we had come across, & it was all recent. I found a good spot where the level dropped to a four foot depth or so after about a foot of shelf. Deciding on this spot we hiked back to the main camp & I finished preparing the traps & gear.
            We headed back out again about a hour later with the addition of Dave F. Paul lent me the use of his axe.  I brought along bait & two of the 7 traps I had along. One of the 7 was a replica of a 5lb. St. Louis type trap that needed a bit of work to function as smoothly as I wanted. I used ti to compare between the historic & modern Bridger #5 traps I would be using in the creek today. The beaver made finding appropriate limbs to drive into the creek bed for trap stakes easy. There were several to choos from that the beaver had gnawed down & eaten all the bark off of. Paul & Dave F observed as I broke both of the unmodified #5 Bridgers over my knee (I haven’t had a chance yet to put a square pan on.) placed the traps, drove the stakes out in the water & placed bait sticks. My legs & feet seamed to adapt to the water relatively quickly today.
            After we got back from the creek I didn’t have a chance to change pants & mocs as
Ms. Stone had arranged a hunting game for the group. She & her folks had tied a number of red strips of cloth throughout the woods to go & find. Knowing that Garrick was going to be there they purposely tied ones lower for him to be able to find. It was a fun time in the woods with Kim & Garrick finding the red strips. Paul would find ones & then place them lower for Garrick to find.
            When we arrived back at the main camp there was a blanket set out for people to choose prizes from. When it came to our turn we let Garrick choose. He picked out a crockery jug. We would also get a pair of deer antlers.
            We had a later lunch today. Again, we ended up not having to prepare a meal. Pilgrim had made a bunch of meat, Tod F, who arrived today prepared a bunch of beans & Ms. Stone & her family prepared a bunch of fry bread and Dave F made a bunch of corn bread. It was an excellent lunch which everyone enjoyed.
            After lunch I went out into the woods again & set some snares. I had left my brass
wire behind, so I had to use my usually trapping wire instead to make some squirrel snares on a limb. I also made a noose snare on a game trail using sticks to make a funnel towards the noose & then a spring snare by pulling down a limb as there were no saplings near a trail.
            Dinner was light for me, Kim & Garrick due to the large late lunch we had. We each had an apple & some cheese…
            Out of consideration for Kim & Garrick, I took up the offer from Ms. Stone to have our family sleep her tent tonight as it can be completely closed to the weather…It’s one thing if I get cold, it’s another if they do. It got down to 36 deg. F.

SUNDAY, MAY 4, 2014 CROCUS BLOSSOM RENDEZVOUS
Woke up this morning to what I though was the sound of rain. Upon exiting the tent I was relieved it was only sleet, though it had rained some throughout the night.
            Breakfast was leftover beans, fresh oatmeal & cheese. Garrick was crnaky this morning & finally just wanted to lay down & nap later on.
            After camp chores were done, Tod F & I went & checked the traps. The traps had
not been disturbed & no evidence of further activity in the area of the traps was found. I pulled the traps & we headed back to the camp.
            I changed my pants & mocs as it was much cooler today & then began to manty up the gear. Kim watched me pack mine & assisted with the other two packs. Shoudering mine & grabbing my rifle, shooting bag & horn I headed through the wood to take my load to the truck. By the time I completed loading everything the sleet had gotten much larger & wetter. We woke Garrick & got him loaded in the truck. He was much happier now. We said our good-byes & headed out. It was a fun camp for Kim, Garrick & me. Good company, good food & some quality time out in the woods. Hat’s off to Ms. Stone. Fine doin’s, Miss.
-- Leif