Topic: Winter tales {What Blooms In Winter} repost  (Read 438 times)


Privateer

« on: March 14, 2018, 12:20:42 AM »
           {What Blooms In Winter}

 Bjern, an orphan raised by an old trapper, has only an old shovel left of the man he called father.

It was a cold spring day when Bjern found himself alone in the wilds. For days he wondered looking for a promising location with wild food, water and a chance for big game.
Bjern finally settled in a northern spot just on the edge of Owl Tribe territory. On the southern tip of a small finger lake Bjern setup a small shelter and began to build some trap fence as he had been taught. Within days any food he had was long a memory and the world's bounty had not yet begun to ripen. With little knowledge and his spear Bjern needed to catch a fish. After a day of failure splashing around like a trapper in water, a lone pike made the mistake of coming in range of his spear. As the large fish was roasting next to Bjern's shelter he was able to, for a moment breathe a calm breath.

With a sound southern fence build Bjern set about to add pit traps, working long hours in the hope of catching his share of any early season migrations. Starvation was Bjern's constant companion as he splashed around spearing the water every few days in an effort to last one more day. Bjern hung his hope on the lone trap line. He had been taught that without a cellar any good size kill would largely spoil and be wasted. Bjern set about collecting the needed items to construct the cellar. Few things are as hollow a new empty cellar, but Bjern needed to stay focused, sleeping had become a chore as his hunger woke him through the nights. With starvation lowering all his efforts Bjern knew he still needed to build a more permanent shelter. One that would allow him to smoke large game and provide the promise of future meals.

For days Bjern cut down trees, hauled them to the site and prepared logs. Now desperate for food and with nothing to trade Bjern used some small trees to craft a group of clubs. With clubs in hand Bjern began to explore, looking for any signs of a settlement. Within a day two small Owl Tribe settlements were in sight. As it was an unusual hour Bjern decided to rest in the small shelter provided by the town before making introductions. The Owl tribe were pleasant people with a great number of furs to trade in this early season but only a few dried squirrel cuts of food were available. Bjern quickly bargained for 5 squirrel cuts and headed back to his settlement. Though small the dried squirrel cuts eased his starvation a bit.

After several more days and a few trips to town for cooked meat, finally the corner posts for the smoke house were in place. While finishing the south eastern corner Bjern herd a snort just west of the construction site. Moving around the sound to the north then west Bjern sighted a large stag drinking just north of his south fence. Heading south and making a racket Bjern managed to scare the stag into one of the pit traps. Bjern quickly skinned and butchered the stag. It was then that his elation was brought back to reality. No smoker, no cord and 370 fresh stag cuts.

Bjern dropped the meat into the cellar and began the tanning process on the rough skin. Taking a moment to roast the 3 lb of stag fat in the hope it would provide him the energy to finish the smokehouse before the cuts start to turn. After two days the smoker is still one wall and one fireplace short of being usable. Checking the cellar Bjern's heart sank when he found 370 stale cuts sitting on the floor. Not willing to loose the whole stag Bjern set a tree trunk aflame and spent hours roasting the cuts, once roasted he immediately dropped them back in the cellar.

Now finished with the smoker and a ragged stag fur to cord Bjern can breathe and eat roast stag like there is no tomorrow. Now time became a different sort of adversary. Scooping up 50 roast cuts Bjern set out to the East in search for a second fence site. About 6 km away he found a promising location with spruce surrounded by pine forest. With no concern about food, it took only a couple days work and sleeping under the stars to finish the second trap line. Returning home it was clear that some of these cuts might be appreciated by Bjern's neighbors. Though the roast cuts carry little value, they are far less valuable once spoiled. Taking 100 cuts Bjern went to town and bartered them for some more dried meat and a couple small pelts.

On the first return to the second trap line, one pit was sprung. Hoof prints staggering off to the south. Within an hour Bjern stood next to a slightly injured, dead elk. Blood loss must have been it's undoing. Bjern Skinned the elk, butchered it and wrapped the meat in the hide to carry home. The first 180 elk cuts were set to smoking. Now the future looks bright.

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Privateer

« Reply #1 on: March 14, 2018, 06:02:30 AM »
    {What Comes After Winter}

Bjern has survived his first winter without his father. The lessens his father taught have served him well.
The season had brought him Love and family. Now with his new loves by his side, they set out to discover
"What Comes After Winter"

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Privateer

« Reply #2 on: March 14, 2018, 09:26:51 PM »
   {One Winter's Day}













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Blxz

« Reply #3 on: March 22, 2018, 12:02:05 PM »
This is a smart way to tell a story, I like it. Remind me to never open this on mobile though :O