Yukon Gold
The northland tests its men and boys in ways one can’t imagine and those who falter, fail or fold will find their final curtain.
December rips the strongest heart in this horrific climate, and only men who dare to stay are creatures of pure granite.
One afternoon when snows blew wild like demons on a rampage, I stayed inside my little shack and hoped there’d be no damage.
It was a shock to hear a voice outside my cabin window on such a day. I rose with joy to see my friend, Jacques Campeau.
Jacques came to spend the solstice day; he brought a crock of finest true Yukon hooch he made himself from red kinnik last August.
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