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Maurice Sacobie: My father had an old pair of snowshoes and I’ve still got them. I tried them I guess, but I didn’t know, like, how like, I didn’t see nothing, didn’t see any how they used them or nothing. My father, he didn’t really know how to use them either, I don’t think, thinking back. The snowshoe hits, you know, where there’s a hole in there, eh, that’s where you put your foot. And there’s a little crosspiece, you tie them on you so every time you step the front of your foot would go down there, so the head of the snowshoe be like this. But instead he was putting his foot way up there and every time he walked he couldn’t, he didn’t know how to use them. I looked at them here one day, the tail of them, geez, there’s a whole bunch of lead here hanging here. I thought what in the heck, so they wouldn’t lift up, eh, keep them down, drag them, a whole bunch of weight there. A few years ago I started looking, thinking, that was the mistake he was making, so I started doing the opposite thing there. I liked it, you know, snowshoeing. I go out here, make a little fire, cook meat, tea or something. Last year I took Bennett out with me, he enjoyed it too, he liked that . . .
