Under Big-Hearted Skies
By Tom Stewart
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Tom at seventeen years old, naïve and optimistic, took a bush-plane flight north to remote wilderness and work at an isolated fishing lodge. Only days into the season, confrontations with coworkers escalates into threats on his life. So a young man makes a stand.
In a later year and having gotten his pilot license, Tom's float plane is screaming down the lake and won't lift from the surface. He's run out of liquid runway with no time to power down. The big forest closing in. He crashes...
Chapter by chapter, these memoir stories move from laugh-out-loud accounts to flushed romances with hearts both swelled and broken to tales of rapid intensification from imminent threats to Tom's life—some of them self-imposed. Tom doesn't invite you to glimpse his world, he straps you into the seat beside him, smiles, and pushes throttle to full. Stories like Twain with scenes set to Krakauer backdrops and words on the page in honest prose like Hemingway--an affectionate yet piercing memoir of northern adventure, wilderness, and love. Thrilling and heart-wrenching, stirring and joyous, Under Big-Hearted Skies is an intimate perspective yet panoramic view of an impassioned life.
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Tom Stewart lives a foreign life to me, but only in the details. This man’s heart is large and utterly relatable.
— Kitty Purdon, Goodreads
Tom Stewart’s short life-stories combine for an outstanding memoir that sets it apart from the pack. This memoir delivers a punch. The stories within are also written in a way that makes for great conversations with those more adventure savvy. While this may, at first glance seem like a book for adventurous individuals, I assure you the content within will be enjoyed by all.
— Jill Rey, Reader Views
"Embarking upon each new section is like settling in with a little tumbler of fine whiskey. [...] Under Big-Hearted Skies is a delectable treat and I envy Tom’s adventurous spirit."
— Hannah Remmert, Goodreads
Wonderment in the Canadian wilds. It is long past my time to challenge myself in a young man’s adventure; being a female in her early 70s. But isn’t that why we read? To step into another’s shoes and go on a journey? This was a good read for that. The characters were believable, funny or frightening. The water is omniscient in this environment as transportation, a food source, a danger, a challenge and a runway. If you take this journey I think you’ll like it.
— Irene Kimball, Goodreads
"Big-Hearted author demonstrates a unique style telling of people and experiences. A quick and enjoyable read written with heart. Loved it! Wish Tom Stewart would write more!"
— Annette Backlar, Goodreads
After just a few pages, Tom Stewart captures the heart of the outdoors and the heart of the reader with his personal stories that build character, feed our sense of adventure, and inspire wanderlust. Beautifully written and filled with true passion for the craft and all matters that inspire it for this writer.
— Michelle Marcoux, Goodreads
Tom Stewart is a beautiful writer who has the ability to change his writing-style to suit the particular story; this evokes the emotions and excitement of the particular moments he is writing about. I found that I was swept along by his stories and at times I could not put the book down [...]
— Ottawa_Ron, Verified Amazon Purchaser
Honest, candid and many times insightful as I will never experience these adventures. An independent soul living outside the box. An engaging quick read.
—Paul Leech, Verified Amazon Purchaser
Under
Big-Hearted
Skies
A Young Man’s Memoir of Adventure, Wilderness, & Love
TOM STEWART
CANADA
Copyright © 2020 Thomas Andrew Stewart
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Books by Tom Stewart
Under Big-Hearted Skies
Immortal North
Immortal North Two
"
I’m convinced that there’s
something kind of timelessly vital and sacred about good writing. This thing doesn’t have that much to do with talent. Talent’s just an instrument. It’s like having a pen that works instead of one that doesn’t. [ . . . ] It seems like the big distinction between good art and so-so art lies somewhere in the art’s heart’s purpose, the agenda of the consciousness behind the text. It’s got something to do with love. With having the discipline to talk out of the part of yourself that can love instead of the part that just wants to be loved. Really good work probably comes out of a willingness to disclose yourself, open yourself up in spiritual and emotional ways that risk making you look banal or melodramatic or naive or unhip or sappy, and to ask the reader really to feel something. To be willing to sort of die in order to move the reader, somehow. Even now I’m scared about how sappy this’ll look in print, saying this. And the effort actually to do it, not just talk about it, requires a kind of courage I don’t seem to have yet."
— David Foster Wallace
To Diane and Don Stewart
Author's Note
There are two parts to this memoir. Book One: Summers at Sabourin spans six summers working in Northern Ontario starting when I had just finished high school. Book Two: Boyhood and Onwards begins with me as a young boy and ends with me in my early thirties. If both were combined, Sabourin would fit in the middle. But those stories are set in the same location, do well read together, so they’re collected up front. I’d start there.
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In the stories that follow some names have been changed.
Contents
Author's Note
Book One: Summers at Sabourin
Introduction to Sabourin
Sabourin
Fred the Boss
Paul Fox and the Little Rabbit
If You Were Indian
Stanford
The Beaver Dam
Learning the Lakes
Night of the Bear
Shore-Lunch Memories
Snakes
Don't Tell Fred
Labatt Blues
Heavy Boots
The Gap
The Question
Book Two: Boyhood and Onwards
A Kid's Fishing Story
A Boy with a Stone
My World the Backyard
Losing God
Dyana
Back to the Bus
Kade
To the End of the World
The Rigs: Part One
The Rigs: Part Two
To the Coast
To the Mountains
The Albermarle
Bearded Angels
Dirty Secrets
First of the Lost
The Tires
In Her Day
Evolution
Wonderment
Epilogue
Notes
Bibliography
Book One
Summers at Sabourin
Introduction to Sabourin
What follows are true stories from long-past summers working at the isolated Sabourin Lake Lodge as a fishing guide and shore-hand. It was a unique time and place, and things have changed now so it won’t be repeated.
When the season ramped up to full, there were about twenty guides, and for descriptive brevity, they were of two groups: the Natives and the White Boys. The Natives made up about fifteen to twenty of those numbers on any given year, and the White Boys the rest. In my eyes, people are human beings first and whatever group they might consider themselves belonging to—be that tribe or country or religion or race—second. I’ll understand if you disagree with that. This particular group of people called themselves Natives, sometimes Indian, and told me to do the same. Years later someone else not of that heritage let me know the correct term was Aboriginal. Years after that I was told it was First Nations. Back then if I had called these guys Aboriginal to their faces, they’d have either laughed at me or called me a racist—I never once heard them use either of those terms in my six years working with them. I’ll call anyone whatever they want but it was Natives to them, so respectfully, that’s the word I’m using in these stories from their time. They were all over forty, some over sixty, and all had worked as fishing guides for decades. Many of their pasts included residential schools, troubled families, tough areas of Winnipeg or the reserves of Manitoba and Ontario. Alcohol was a dark thing in most of their stories. Most had spent some time in jail, some of them for serious crimes, a few for homicide.
As for the White Boys, two years before I arrived there were none. The year I left we were five. I’ve heard today, fourteen years later, there are just four or five Natives, First Nations, guiding there now.
It’s worth saying now in case it appears otherwise that there really wasn’t much racism up at Sabourin, or if there was it wasn’t so obvious to me. Sometimes in their own languages the Ojibwe would slur the Cree, and the Cree would slur the Ojibwe. But that was rare and they usually both just spoke English or sometimes an intersectional language called Oji-Cree. When they did that, all the Natives there could understand and nobody else. Sometimes they would do that when we all sat for breakfast or dinner together, and then they’d all laugh. Sometimes a few of the Natives would give the White Boys a hard time, and sometimes a couple of the White Boys would take a shot at a Native when he wasn’t there. But most of the time everyone just got along, and if there were any conflicts it was almost always between individuals. I use the terms the Natives
and the White Boys
fondly. My memories from six years with these characters are all bits of gold and all is cherished, and all is forgiven, and I could only hope the same for me. It was a group of people from different backgrounds, but we were all of us mostly similar. In my fourth year I found out second-hand that they had nicknamed me the Blonde Indian.
They liked to laugh a lot. We all did.
Sabourin
Sabourin Lake Lodge in Northern Ontario was accessible by float plane only. You flew from either Selkirk, Manitoba, a short drive from where I grew up, or Red Lake, Ontario, which during the 1930s was the busiest airport in the world, servicing the gold mines in the area. The wilderness surrounding Sabourin Lake was made up of old forest with moose, bear, wolf, beaver, mink, marten, fox, eagles, and it was still trapped in the winter. Sabourin Lake gave access to dozens of other lakes, all that we fished, all via the Bloodvein River. It had been a fishing lodge since 1959, and in 2000 I turned seventeen years old and would spend four months a year for six summers there. For a Manitoba boy who grew up in love with fishing and the woods and old stories of hunters and trappers, there was no other place I’d rather be.
The lodge itself was constructed from trees felled onsite, built on a hill, and had twenty-foot-high picture windows that overlooked the big lake. A couple dozen log cabins sprawled out and away from the lodge to house guests and staff. The lodge had a towering stone fireplace and chimney, pool table, trophy fish on mounts, and separate dining areas for staff and guests. Old photos hung on the walls showed people standing on either side of a long stringer, the large fish hanging in the middle. But that old-world practice changed about the time I arrived, and it became catch-and-release everything except what was kept for shore-lunch. The numbers of fish and big fish rebounded.
The guests were almost entirely wealthy American men on a mix of vacation and corporate trips. There were even a few groups that had been coming for decades and over generations. There was Southern oil money, company founders, lawyers, doctors, ceos, and managers of large companies that sometimes brought up employees rewarded for meeting incentives. I knew of at least two billionaires. No large group of people can be generalized. There are too many differences of integrity and values among its members for any meaningful claim to be true. Money or power or the lack thereof doesn’t define a person’s character. I’ve met the arrogant poor and the humble rich. I don’t see an honesty in being poor or dishonesty in not being. There are people with money that spend modestly and write their wills to give it all away, who volunteer, are good parents and friends, and vote their conscience. Some people are just lucky to be born into a good family and go to a good school and that shouldn’t come with guilt, because they didn’t choose it. I thought that if I couldn’t use wealth or title or race or tribe to infer a person’s character, and given that any one person from any group could share my values of tolerance and decency and opportunity and kindness, I would try to keep an open mind towards everyone I met, both guests and guides alike. I chose to try to give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes I didn’t do it as well as I would have liked to.
In early and cool mornings the guide boats would leave the docks and pick up the guests from the sand beach in