Yesterday, I spent the better part of
eight hours clawing my way up and down steep inclines. I crawled over and under deadfall. At times, I literally swam through heavy
brush. All of this time, I had a bucket
and a can of bear spray attached to my belt.
I was in known grizzly country.
Several times, I slipped on growths of
beargrass and fell on my butt.
In the end, I came home with something
a bit under two gallons of huckleberries.
Whatever the going price is for fresh
huckleberries, it’s not near enough.
Finally, I can’t think of anything I
would rather do for eight hours.
--Mitchell Hegman
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