Trapper traded in rifle for bingo card
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Traveling with a dog team loaded with winter supplies and snowshoes laced to his feet, it took Pat Auger five days to reach his trapline near Fort McMurray from Wabasca over 45 years ago.
What he loved most was his 30-30 and 303 rifles, the silence of the bush and a "moose in my gunsight," says the 59-year-old Metis trapper.
With roots in Trout Lake -- an isolated community some 250 km north of Slave Lake -- the ever smiling trapper says he has lived for the past 20 years in Wabasca. "But I do not belong to the Bigstone Band," he quietly explains.
