Twice many years ago, about this time of year me and 'the boys' went goose hunting down on the Horn River, no geese were shot but a great time was had by all. In fact, after the first year for some of the guys, it turned into an annual event, quaintly referred to as 'The Whirling Dervish Convention'. It was so WILD (you can guess) with beer, substances, guns, trail bikes and 4x4s, that even as a founding member, I never returned for it after the second year. A cerain friend of mine, first name Kim, is lucky his bones aren't still mouldering there in the bush. There was an old log cabin there, once the 'gang' were inside they nailed the door shut............from the inside and the party was on! After several years, the residents of Ft Providence, tired of the 'shenanigans' more or less on their doorstep, had the Mounties shut it down.
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