A few months ago,during a greatly troubled time,my "Brother" adkmountainken told me to "look for a package" that he would be sending me.
Several days later,the "package" arrived.....In it was a book "The Wind Is My Mother", a Redtailed Hawk feather,and a leather "Pipe Bag" containing tobacco, matches,and a BEAUTIFUL hand made "Antler Pipe" made by a very Special Person who is very dear to many of us.....Mr. Vic.
I have used this pipe several times to "send smoke" to the Great Spirit and ask for his guidence. I had told "Brother Ken" that I had a "special job" for this pipe if my good friend "Hunterdfk" got lucky.However.....David and I were not drawn for a Maine Moose permit this year, BUT.....I would still like to share a story that my "people" the Penobscot Indians have passed down.
I Will Now Tell A Story.....
One night,a family of moose was sitting in the lodge.As they sat around the fire,a strange thing happened.A pipe came floating through the door.Sweet-smelling smoke came from the long pipe and it circled the lodge,passing close to each one of the Moose People.The old bull moose saw the pipe but said nothing,and it passed him by.The cow moose said nothing,and it passed her by also.So it passed by each of the Moose People untill it reached the youngest of the young bull moose near the door of the lodge.
"You have come to me" he said to the pipe.Then he reached out and took the pipe and started to smoke it.
"My Son",the old moose said,"you have killed us.This is a pipe from the human beings.Yhey are smoking this pipe now and asking for success in thier hunt.Now,tomorrow,they will find us.Now,because you smoked thier pipe,they will be able to get us."
"I am not afraid," said the young bull moose."I can run faster than any of those people.They cannot catch me"
But the old bull moose said nothing more.
When the morning came,the Moose People left thier lodge.They went across the land looking for food.But as soon as they reached the edge of the forest,they caught the scent of the hunters.It was the time of year when there is a thin crust on the snow and the moose found it hard to move quickly.
"These human hunters will catch us",said the old cow moose."Thier feet are feathered like those of the grouse.They can walk on top of the snow."
Then the Moose People began to run as the hunters followed them.The young bull moose who had taken the pipe ran off from the others.He was still sure he could outrun the hunters,but the hunters were on snowshoes,and the moose's feet sank into the snow.The hunters followed him untill he tired,and then they killed him.After they killed him,they thanked him for smoking thier pipe and giving himself to them so they could survive.The hunters treated his body with care and they soothed his spirit.
That night,the young bull moose woke up in his lodge among his people.Next to his bed was a present given to him by the human hunters.He showed it to all of the others.
"You see," he said."It was not a bad thing for me to accept the long pipe the human people sent to us.Those hunters treated me with respect.It is right for us to allow the human beings to catch us"
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May The Great Spirit Guide Your Arrows
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