Cold!
Grouse.
That's where the grouse go into the snow right there.
And burrow down in the snow.
When I was a kid walking in there,
and all of a sudden they start taking off all around me.
They were all buried in the snow.
Whoa, what the heck?
Nope.
That's not one of those holes.
Okay! Here we go!
There's our cannery right there.
Well, Glyn, look at the house.
Yaa, tawaten.
A willow grouse.
Hit me right in my jaw.
This will go over the top of it and slide it.
Get off this god darned river, though.
Wolves around.
We are going to be warm for the rest of the year.
Like a glove.