Have Pots, Will Travel: A Camp Cookk

One day years ago, I made a decision to jump head first into an unknown and very different way of life. And there have been no regrets, no looking back. Since that one day, I have been living my dream. The stories you are about to read here are about my life “out there” in that raw Canadian wilderness. During the first eight to nine years of my career I worked in hunting camps. I rode horses, wrestled with wranglers and guides and cooked up some mean moose ribs. Later, I worked in mining exploration camps where I traded the horses for helicopters and guides for drillers.