We entered the muskeg peppered with small cedar trees and lousy with salal. I know devil’s club probably has the worst reputation for being viciously annoying, but patches of unreasonably noisy salal might be the plant I look least forward to encountering on a hunt. Even the slightest contact results in a sound that resembles opening a bag of tortilla chips and crushing them with your hands. Worse still, is while everything else loses its leaves and therefore the power to blow a stalk, the salal stubbornly stays green out of loyalty to the deer – both for warning and for winter sustenance.
My wife, Abby, and I slowly
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