My father managed to save enough money to purchase the snowmobile we needed, for he had worked in a fish camp most of his life. He was a fish guide for the outfitters for a number of years. He and a friend went out to work summers in a fish camp in a place known as Hunt River. We would not see him until the end of August when he came home for the season. He was usually gone for a couple of months. Then he would come back with enough money to purchase an outboard motor and canoe and snowmobile to use on the fall trip to Natuashish, where he would set up a winter camp. There, he would set a net for the Arctic char on their way to the lake. He would tell us that someday the caribou would go by the pond.

After we did our chores, we skated and fished. When the pond was frozen for a few days, we would ice-fish for trout along the shore. When the ice was safe, the skates we got from the priest came in handy. Once the Natuashish froze solid, we would skate around it, the strong wind pushing us a little faster to the other side of the pond.