Fisher
I wasn’t brought up to hunt,yet from boyhood, my obsession was the fisher— lithe, crepuscular, solitary,slinking silver-dark fur across forest floor. Snowshoe hare, boreal mushroom, flesh of porcupine: as wide in taste as to suit its needs. Pekania pennanti—once trapped, once pelted within an inch of extinction, now ardent, now bent to rearrange the limits …