
Jason surprised us with his successful bounty of one whole Martin. You realize that he's waited two years for this moment. This definitely displays much more patience than the average trapper, American, teenager, well everyone. As I was home surfing the internet, he bursts through the door, "Guess what I have behind my back?" "Maybe a lynx or fox?" I reply. His expression at the time would draw an audience since the suspense was growing. Out comes the Martin in the usual Martiny style, frozen with snow in it's mouth and teeth showing. Well, all kinds of accolades began to come from me. Jason grew up in Alpena, Michigan with one sister, mom, dad, and a dog. My family consists of grandparents, uncles, adopted brothers, and half brothers and sisters. You get the point, my culture was just a little different from his background. We appreciate the differences, rather than feel seperated through them. Jason, through his trapping, identifies himself more and more with the Native culture. "See babe, I'm Native." I don't believe he's disowning his upbringing, but Grandma Slwooko sure treats him like her own!