Autumn leaves on the opposite bank of Shishmaref
Today's prey
Beautiful sea at 10 pm
Arrived at 10 o'clock in the evening
Fishnet check
Dennis processing duck hair and internal organs
Caribou horn
Kotetsu who endures the cold and waits on the boat for 2 hours
Caribou flesh with blood dripping on the buggy carrier
Dennis throwing half a caribou into a boat
Caribou horns of today's prey
The lobby pick him up with Dennis
Camp hut
I'm tired of waiting and sit down
Shishmaref autumn leaves
Blueberry / BlackBerry Cranberry
Dennis goes looking for a caribou
The wisdom of natural life reminds us of the preciousness of water.
No wonder using styrene disposable containers rather than washing dishes.
The boat finally arrived on the Island when the sun began to set beyond the horizon.
The Eskimo face is very similar to the Japanese ancestors and is very familiar.
Only one of our boats is heading to Shishmaref in the open sea.
The boat speeds up and rushes home.
Don't forget to check the fishnet,
and the fish scales and duck internal organs are treated with seawater.
I'm surprised by the Eskimos who use seawater
with their bare hands even though it's freezing cold even with gloves.
Whether aiming with a gun or a camera,
I would have changed my camera to a gun in order to live in the Arctic Circle,
even if the purpose was different.
He was so reticent that he was so happy that he became obsessed with it.
Two hours and thirty minutes he was exposed to the cold wind on board,
but without any annoyance he shared joy with them.
We came to take a picture of the caribou for a hobby,
but the Eskimos are eaten to live.
Whether aiming with a gun or a camera,
I would have changed my camera to a gun in order to live in the Arctic Circle,
even if the purpose was different.
Nowadays you can get a lot of food,
but in the old days caribou hunting was everything.
Seals are also essential for food and wintering.
We can't see anything, but they can.
Is it an Eskimo's obsession for life?
Feel the vitality to survive in winter.
You can hear the engine sound of the sand buggy from a distance.
A lump of red blood dripping "caribou" on the buggy carrier.
The large horn is cut off from the skull as if it were also a medal.
The empty grasslands of the Arctic Circle
once again feel the size of the earth.
The clock is past 8 pm,
but the sky is as bright as noon.
Three gunshots roared in the distance.
With that as a signal,
Dennis finally receives a wireless contact.
Transfer by boat to the shore near Dennis.
The lobby walked far away while soaking
in the water up to her knees.
I walked up the hill and searched for it,
but I couldn't see any shadows up to the horizon.
If you enter the depression of the hill, the other side becomes a blind spot.
There is no choice but to give up and wait.
The hills of autumn leaves are in full bloom of blueberries,
blackberries and cranberries.
I lay down on a berry carpet and ate a small fruit.
The sweet and sour natural scent
fills the mouth with autumn.
The flow of the river becomes multiple and narrows and widens.
Dennis climbs a hill with beautiful autumn colors
and goes on a sand buggy exploration.
Even though this is the last time,
the sand buggy that ran away over the hill has no sound.
No response to radio from the boat after two hours.
"What happened?"
She has become a little worried.
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The time is about to reach ten o'clock.
The area around the cart that connects to the buggy is filled with seawater.
Seeing the sinking Island, Kotetsu and the two of them
continue to be silent with mixed feelings.
Today's hunting results, 4 ducks,
4 whitefish and1 large caribou.
Sarpentime River Adventure 2