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Edmonton's Native youth need some breaks if they're to get a crack at playing in the city's minor leagues, says Renee Houle of the Canadian Native Friendship Center (CNFC).

There are too many barriers to their entrance, according to the CNFC program director.

There are no Native teams in the minor fast ball, hockey and soccer leagues, because there aren't enough kids in each zone to make up the teams, he said.

Leagues insist teams in each of the five zones consist of minors from that zone.

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Edmonton's Native youth need some breaks if they're to get a crack at playing in the city's minor leagues, says Renee Houle of the Canadian Native Friendship Center (CNFC).

There are too many barriers to their entrance, according to the CNFC program director.

There are no Native teams in the minor fast ball, hockey and soccer leagues, because there aren't enough kids in each zone to make up the teams, he said.

Leagues insist teams in each of the five zones consist of minors from that zone.

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When Fred Marcel was born in 1916 at Jackfish, south of northern Alberta's Lake Athabasca, his father wondered what lay ahead for his son.

To the 52-year-old Chipewyan trapper, everything was changing.

A year earlier, at Fort Chipewyan, he'd seen the Oblate Mission's Brother Charbonneau sitting in the "Ford", a noisy metal box that moved by itself and smoked like a fire made of wet wood.

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When Fred Marcel was born in 1916 at Jackfish, south of northern Alberta's Lake Athabasca, his father wondered what lay ahead for his son.

To the 52-year-old Chipewyan trapper, everything was changing.

A year earlier, at Fort Chipewyan, he'd seen the Oblate Mission's Brother Charbonneau sitting in the "Ford", a noisy metal box that moved by itself and smoked like a fire made of wet wood.

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When Fred Marcel was born in 1916 at Jackfish, south of northern Alberta's Lake Athabasca, his father wondered what lay ahead for his son.

To the 52-year-old Chipewyan trapper, everything was changing.

A year earlier, at Fort Chipewyan, he'd seen the Oblate Mission's Brother Charbonneau sitting in the "Ford", a noisy metal box that moved by itself and smoked like a fire made of wet wood.

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When Fred Marcel was born in 1916 at Jackfish, south of northern Alberta's Lake Athabasca, his father wondered what lay ahead for his son.

To the 52-year-old Chipewyan trapper, everything was changing.

A year earlier, at Fort Chipewyan, he'd seen the Oblate Mission's Brother Charbonneau sitting in the "Ford", a noisy metal box that moved by itself and smoked like a fire made of wet wood.

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I first met Mary Gallant on a bright spring morning in May and we didn't exactly hit it off.

With a scarf over her head and long gray white moosehair clinging to her brown stretch pants, she was busy tanning hides.

I was more than half an hour late for our interview.

It was obvious she was angry as she worked in her yard on the Bushe River Reserve, near High Level, but I was intent on talking to her.

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I first met Mary Gallant on a bright spring morning in May and we didn't exactly hit it off.

With a scarf over her head and long gray white moosehair clinging to her brown stretch pants, she was busy tanning hides.

I was more than half an hour late for our interview.

It was obvious she was angry as she worked in her yard on the Bushe River Reserve, near High Level, but I was intent on talking to her.

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I first met Mary Gallant on a bright spring morning in May and we didn't exactly hit it off.

With a scarf over her head and long gray white moosehair clinging to her brown stretch pants, she was busy tanning hides.

I was more than half an hour late for our interview.

It was obvious she was angry as she worked in her yard on the Bushe River Reserve, near High Level, but I was intent on talking to her.

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I first met Mary Gallant on a bright spring morning in May and we didn't exactly hit it off.

With a scarf over her head and long gray white moosehair clinging to her brown stretch pants, she was busy tanning hides.

I was more than half an hour late for our interview.

It was obvious she was angry as she worked in her yard on the Bushe River Reserve, near High Level, but I was intent on talking to her.