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5 Things I Learned Clubbing Baby Seals
My life was altered, will yours be?
Believe it or not there are several lessons to be learned from a season of baby seal clubbing. What started out as an adventure, trying to connect with First Nations people groups, turned into a life changing study of self introspection like no other.
Hours of repetitive toil, and mind-numbing violence, allowed me to escape into myself. From here I was able to pound out some lessons that I will carry in my blood for the rest of my days.
Not Everything Tastes Like Chicken
A season in seal camp is an incredible way to broaden your palate. Early meals rely heavily on jerked caribou until the harvest gets up to speed. Then you dine almost exclusively on seal meat.
You always hear that something tastes like chicken, but what if chicken doesn’t taste like chicken and actually tastes like something else?
I was expecting the seal to taste like fishy pork, or possibly chicken, but it really tastes like a weird mash up of frogs legs, gamy wild duck and gizzards.
You won’t see Gordon Ramsey out here with blood on his face and a chunk of raw seal hanging from his teeth.
