Primal Instinct


IF YOU ARE GOING TO FEED YOURSELF, YOU MIGHT AS WELL DO IT RIGHT BY ROB LYON


FROM WHERE I RESTED IN A CLIFFSIDE COYOTE DEN, my shotgun across my knees, I could see out across a yawning Owyhee Canyon. At the bottom, running thin and ragged, was the river itself. A guy could read the river like a book from high up on the canyon wall, but it was just jagged Braille down at water level. We’d spent six autumn days in this canyon in southeastern Oregon, canoeing nearly 100 kilometres of rocky riverbed from Rome to Birch Creek and, frankly, were having a hard time of it.


The Duck Hunter almost fell prey to the river. PHOTOS: MAX MARSHAK


34 ■ 34 ■ C ANOE ROOT S spring 2007 C ANOE ROOT S spring 2008


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