Reacquainting Myself with Old Snowshoes
By Glen Wunderlich
The traditional style, wood-framed Canadian snowshoes hung on a hook in the garage, since a 1997 predator hunt in the Cedarville area of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. However, a hankering to reacquaint myself with some favorite hunting grounds and the wildlife within had gotten the best of me.
Bear Paw Snowshoes
I’ve always considered the contraptions to be items of necessity and never donned them unless all other modes of mobility had become useless. The time had come.
The first thing I noticed on the same hook were the new rubber bindings that my brother in-law had given me a few years ago. I recalled how he claimed that the improved bindings were superior to the leather models, which were problematic to buckle up and to keep adjusted properly – especially after they got wet. Read more
Overland Park, Kan. — 
