this is a peek into the life of a yup'ik eskimo hunter. i have a conscience--don't get me wrong, but sometimes i operate without one. crazy? maybe. blood thirsty savage? most definitely.
one of my hunting buddies, dave, guts his oogruk, or bearded seal. it looked like he was having a hard time cutting the oogruk open with his hunting knife, so i offered him my pocket knife. he liked my pocket knife—it was sharp. june 28, 2008 in the kotzebue sound.
