Don't worry they said, it's a dry cold.

This is the life of Syd Van Loon, a female trapper. Syd is not your regular gal, she’s a Yukon-er. And not just any Yukon-er, a woman whose numerous abilities have made me realize my incredible deficiencies in general survival. Syd pulls prize sheep out of the mountains solo, fixes a truck at -40 with a hammer, skins wolverines, and smoke a pipe without hands. If the world goes to shite, Syd is the woman you want on your team.

We pitched her story and got funding from Yeti and off we went (Zanny my producer, Cam the camera guy, and Sloan from Yeti) to her trapline outside of Whitehorse. December is a special time in the North when you get precisely 7.6 hours of daylight. And it’s cold, like -40 cold, but it’s a dry cold they say. We had deep discussions about how many layers were too many layers, and we never did come to a conclusion. Wool base layers x 2, fleece pants, down pants and insulated Carhartts, along with two down jackets, buffs, googles and mitts that rendered you useless, was the uniform. God help you if you have to pee. We were ready for it, and the it was the thing we didn’t know.

We unloaded the sleds at the trail head, loaded up 5 days worth of gear, food, gas, guns a carcass for bait and headed to her trapping cabin about a 40min sled ride in from the truck. Joe Creek cabin was built by Jurg, the Swiss old-timer who used to run the trapline with teams of dogs and who sold the line to Syd. It is off the grid, perfectly livable and very warm once the wood stove gets cranking.

We woke to -43. Syd had been up for hours making sure the fire in the wall tent was going, which is where the sled are parked when it’s cold. We loaded up for the day and pushed off to do ‘trap check’ which basically means sledding up the line where she had set traps a few days earlier. The first trap gave us a harsh introduction to trapping, it was a lynx, frozen solid. The next trap had a live wolverine and god damn it, those animals are fierce. It was caught in a leg hold which is not what you want, leg hold traps are for lynx. It had mowed down everything around it, royally pissed off. Syd then needed to ‘dispatch’ the animal and she loaded her gun and approached carefully. One shot to the head and then another for safety. The killing doesn’t get easier Syd said, visibly shaken. She stepped away, lit her pipe and let the soul of the animal leave the body before doing anything further. The cold days continued, gathering more fur, giving us an intense immersion into the life of a trapper.

We all survived, digits intact. Sloan fell in a beaver pond. And then we made this film.

Hard Skills, the Easy Way

I have been in relentless pursuit of 'hard skills'. You know, the kind you need when the world runs out of oil and interrupts our food supply. I am not a fatalist but spend quiet moments prepping for the inevitable. With this, I got my hunting license, gun licence, bought a 1978 Remington 30-06 and learned how to shoot it. Then, to make it real, I entered a draw for limited entry tag to hunt a moose. Some hunters start small; grouse, duck, deer. I decided that a 1000 pound animal was the right first step. 

I went to Quesnel, BC to meet up with my unofficial hunting mentor, Davin. He's the bushiest bush man I know and the right man to make sure I fill my freezer with ethically harvested, organic meat. Besides owning a forestry company he is also an avid hunter and trapper. Pine martin, lynx, wolf you name it, if it has fur and lives in the bush, he'll trap it. 

Went loaded the quads, guns, ammo, food, frozen beavers, traps, beer into his truck and set off for a place called Batannuni Lake, deep in the Cariboo bush. This is where his trap line and cabins are and where I conveniently got my moose tag. This is how each day would go: hunt for bull moose by a swamp in the early AM, set pine martin traps all day, hunt for bull moose by a swamp in the late PM. Decorating the front of my quad was a frozen beaver I called Justin Beaver (see photo above). Justin was used as bait in the pine martin traps and my job was to use a hatchet and cut pieces off. In doing this work, I found and made friends with, Man-drea, my inner red neck. We spent 5 days in this routine and ended up trapping three martin and a weasel but there was no bull moose to be found. We did see a few cows (females) but not the stud who has hopefully impregnated each of them. 

We pack up camp and headed back to Davin's farm in Quesnel, and decided that hunting a mule deer would be the next best thing. The only issue with this plan was that it was 4-point or better season, and those are a rare find. We spent a few early mornings and evenings looking for the elusive 4 point ungulate and finally in the last hour that I could hunt before calling it quits, we spotted it. I lifted my gun, put a bullet in the chamber and tried to control my breathing while running through all the things I had learned in the last two years. While in my mental checklist, Davin shouted at me 'pull the trigger Winger!' The next thing I know is that my face was in pain and bleeding from the scope smashing into my nose and forehead (rookie move) and the buck was down. What flooded in, mingling with the adrenaline was excitement and disbelief. As the beautiful animal took its last breaths, I went up the road to get the quad. As I was driving back down, the tears came, streaming down my face, mixing with the blood from my nose. I was incredibly happy to have accomplished a goal yet deeply moved and saddened by the act of taking an animals life. 

My freezer is full of meat, my girlfriend is happy, my friends eat well and I learned a valuable lesson about being an omnivore. Nor will I ever take eating a piece of meat for granted again. If you want to come over for dinner, hit me up! 

The Coral Is Dying And So Are We Video

I recently took a trip to Key Largo to shoot a coral restoration project. Let me explain. The coral is dying and so some brave soul thought it would be a good idea to try to fix the situation. By 'situation', I mean mother nature is SCREAMING AT US but because she is underwater, we can't hear her. BLULB. 

Let's call this coral hero Ken. Ken used to collect tropical fish for a living and over the years saw how the coral was dying off. He thought, 'hot damn, I have to do something'! So, he started experimenting with growing coral in underwater nurseries. Finding success in this, he tried bringing these coral pieces out to the dead reefs and transplanting them. What this means is he basically underwater epoxy's the shit out of them so they stick, and this is working. Ken is single handedly saving us and has transplanted about a hundred square kilometers thus far with the help of  sponsors, donations, volunteers etc. 

I made a piece showcasing Ken's work. My Canon5D with an Ikelite casing was no match for  the stellar RED footage provided by an underwater videographer from Key Largo. This cameraman works often with the Coral Restoration Foundation (Ken runs this foundation) and it is beautiful to see healthy reefs, schools of fish and other aquatic species from his perspective. Side note: did you know coral was an animal? 

I am truly happy when I can tell stories that matter, like this one.  

On the road with Andrew Ference

NOVEMBER 2014

I was asked by lululemon to follow around Edmonton Oiler's captain, Andrew Ference, as he traveled with his team to Boston and NYC. The purpose of the project was to highlight his abs. His abs, and some men's product that the company was dropping. 

Our team ran around Boston and NYC to all of Andrew's favourite hangouts – an East Baaaaston deli, a vegan restaurant in NYC, to practice and pre-skate. I bounced, tripped, sweat and struggled and amazingly, the footage didn't really show. What was exciting for me was that this was my first crack at shooting with the Ronin, a very reasonable priced camera stabilizer. The Canon c100 was also a nice accompaniment. 

What I should also mention is that I can do about 35 lady push ups in about 45 seconds. I am not bragging, I am simply amazed that I had the foresight to  do some upper body/ab work before the trip. The Ronin is about 30 pounds, or at least it feels like 30 and you get tired really quickly. If you use this device, take every opportunity to put it down or hand it off to someone who can do more push ups than you.