Hey everyone, If you’ve ever daydreamed about ditching the 9-5 grind for a life of full-time hunting, trapping, fishing, foraging, and just plain wilderness living, this one’s for you. I made the leap last year here in North Central BC, and let me tell you—it was a chaotic, humbling, sometimes brutal first year. I jumped in with more fire than plan, and reality hit like a cold wind on a trapline in January. In the latest Wild Ways Podcast episode, I lay it all out: the mistak

I’ve been part of a moose hunting area since I was six years old. My dad and his buddy Bill Lynch had a makeshift hunting and fishing camp. It was nothing fancy—just plywood walls and a tarp roof—so it stayed inside the rules of “it’s just a tent camp.” They couldn’t buy land or get building permits back then, so this was the workaround. I used that camp for the next twelve years until one May long weekend when we boated in and found it burnt to the ground. Someone who consid

Out here in the wilds of North Central British Columbia, nothing gets my blood pumping like a good goat hunt. It’s one of my all-time favorites—not just for the success potential, but because it’s straight-up extreme, a challenge for the mind and body. Mountain goats love hanging out on sheer cliffs and impossible slopes. Getting to them means clawing your way through terrain that’d make will clearly leave a mark. But that’s the thrill, it tests you, and you come out tougher.