On Feb. 28 I was on my way to my set up wall tent west and north of the Trans Canada Trail cabin. I arrived at 4 p.m. to realize that somebody had been there before and the tent, chimney, and stove were all gone. It had snowed the night before and the tracks were fresh and there was no snow where the tent should have been. I had seen someone on 52 Mile Lakecoming out with a blue tarp on the sleigh with something rolled in it and he avoided me.
What happened to the days when hunters were respectful and honest?