I've been planning to do a little Beaver Hunting myself (that title has 'traffic spike' written all over it doesn't it) I'm going to do it with a bow though, and while I'd love to visit Stuart's home town of Memphis 'the city with a soul' Tennessee. I'm actually planning to explore a little of Finland (europe's Alaska) with another blogger, where we'll eat bow-hunted Beaver and hopefully pan for gold in what remains of the pristine Boreal wilderness.
Finland is is Europe's most heavily-forested country with 23 million hectares or 74.2% forestry which is over sixteen times more forest per capita than in other European countries or to put it another way nearly 2 Bilion cubic meters of timber or enough wood to build a 10m X 5m fence around the globe. Should you want to.
The streams of Northern Finland are protected from industrialised gold mining, but totally open to the amateur adventurer in search of a a few souvenir chips or the eternal optimist in search of a 380.9+ gram nugget to break the previous record (just over $19,000 today). Then again if you're not the kind of person who thinks squatting in iced water, while being eaten alive by flying beasties is a fun way to spend a week or so you can stay home and I'll go for you. Any misfortunes will be shared dear reader, but any gold will be kept [or more likely cashed in to buy more kit].
This post was sponsored by the lovely people at Wolfe who in their wisdom realised that all these gear reviews don't just happen and were kind enough to flash-up a donation to the Kit Tart Fund. They offer a neat coupon scheme where you can get money off at a few of the bigger outdoor gear stores in the US, here's a link to +REMOVED+ and they do a whole load more. Remember: a dollar saved is another dollar to spend!
More soon
your pal
SBW
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