Something moving

The Globe’s review of A Hunter’s Confession.

Carpenter’s memoir includes several dangerous moments with nature: He hears a wolf nearby, a cougar stalks him and he stumbles upon a wild old man of the woods. These altercations happen in a flash, which mirrors a truth about hunting: You rarely see an animal. You spend days alone, until you think perhaps every living thing has been wiped off the face of the planet, that maybe you yourself are responsible for this apocalypse. You march around alone and wet and hungry until it is almost too dark for a shot; you’re left with wind and bog, Orion’s belt hanging above you in the sky, and then – what’s that? is something moving? You raise your barrel and squeeze and pray.

Michael Winter has killed caribou, ducks, rabbits, grouse and one whiskey jack. He’s eaten, and written about, them all.


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