The Wilderness of the Yukon

I like the idea of proper wilderness. Getting on a little skidoo, going out into the Yukon. A live beaver hat. A hatchet tucked into my belt. Shorts in all seasons. boots and long socks. Three fresh kills to lying across the porch at all times. Animal or human, any kind of intruder. There'll be mackerel, bear and accountant. I'm going to be nose to tailing that guy. You can eat his clothes, his hands, his calculator, his pens, his eyebrows as a garnish on a salad. Not one bit of the accountant goes waste,. which you like to think the accountant himself would have approved of.