Day 3: Saturday, March 12
Our account for day 3 should probably start on the previous evening. We arrived in Dauphin shortly before sundown and decided it was a good time to write our blog entry. Unfortunately Iva’s computer had another opinion on the matter and decided to crash for about 20 minutes before finally allowing us to finish the work and head to Boston Pizza where we were to meet with Jami Turetsky. We had a wonderful time, discussing everything from Canadian beer to Ukrainian dances and Darrell’s exploits in sushi eating competitions. At the end of the meal everyone got desert, except for Dimitar who preferred another couple of pizza slices while Iva ordered a Pie scraper, half of which ingloriously collapsed on her plate.
The next morning was memorable for two things – Dimitar making his first waffle and the encounter of two bald eagles.
Upon our arrival to Skownan we found the school packed with mentors who had spent the night there. They were making preparations for the day and playing basketball with the mentees. We were given a guided tour of the village by Ken – a local elder, who told us about the uneasy relations between the Indigenous people and the public school system and how (includingly thanks to Careertrek) things were changing for the better for the younger generation.
Around 11.00 it was finally time for us to put on our rubber boots and hop on the school bus to go to the lake where the local men were waiting for us with their snowmobiles. Everyone had to jump on a sled and the whole group was taken to check out the nets. The local men were a bit disappointed with the catch, but it was enough to secure lunch for the group.
While everyone was taking turns in taking pictures of the fish, someone brought a beaver that had been caught in a trap.
One of the most interesting things for us was to understand the technique of installing a fishing net between two holes in the ice. It turns out it is fairly easy if one knows how to use a device called a jigger. It basically floats under the ice in the direction it is pointed at and makes a specific sound while moving. This way one can easily locate it and drill the second hole. In our case it took some time on account of everybody being so noisy that the men couldn’t hear the jigger moving under the ice.
While we were setting up the nets Ron (the bus driver) had cooked the fish right on the ice. IT WAS THE BEST FISH IN THE WORLD!
After lunch we hopped on the bus and then again on the snowmobiles to go and check the traps on the neighboring lake. The catch for the day consisted of four musk rats – a small animal that resembled a smaller version of a beaver, only with a round tale.
We went back to the school with frozen toes, say goodbye to all the wonderful people and leave for Winnipeg pleasantly tired and a little bit sad that this unique trip had come to an end.
What is unlikely to ever come to an end is our love and utmost respect for all the local people and their grace, hospitality and strength.