As some of u might now by now, I was born and raised in Alaska. I lived out in the middle of nowhere. Almost 400 miles west of Anchorage in a small town of 5000, called Bethel.
As a kid there wasn't much. No running water, No conventional toilets, No fast food joints. Water had to be packed from the well, we had outhouses, and every meal was cooked at home. But as I grew up things changed quick. Houses had toilets and running water, but one thing stayed the same. The food we ate.
Most of the food we ate was hunted or fished. Moose, caribou, ducks, geese, salmon, trout, white fish, u name it I caught it. If it moved I killed it. Whether or not it was for food or not, I probable killed all little birds with my b-b gun. And killed all the geese and ducks that migrate to Alaska. Anything that moved in the water, or land I've probably killed at one point or the other in my life.
The wilderness was five minutes from my house, it was not odd to hear some one shooting some gun at any given time in the day. It was not odd to see someone with a shotgun or rifle slung across there shoulder walking threw town.
This was life in the small town, in Alaska. Everyone learned how to shoot a gun and owned one as soon as they learned how to pull the trigger. Everyone hunted for all there meats. It was a way of living
