Tonight I was playing Canasta with my parents. I laughed and said: “You know you are a Yukoner when you know what hand and foot Canasta is.”
How would you finish this sentence: “You know you are a Yukoner when: …”
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Tonight I was playing Canasta with my parents. I laughed and said: “You know you are a Yukoner when you know what hand and foot Canasta is.”
How would you finish this sentence: “You know you are a Yukoner when: …”
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…you start “You know you’re a Yukoner” lists. š
…you spend a couple of hours outside putting Christmas lights on the house when it’s 30 below zero š
You know what square tires are.
Your battery has a blanket.
…the temperature is -35C and you can say it’s warmer than it was on the same day last year.
Summer, hunting, winter, and “dog poo” are the four seasons.
HA! I didn’t know about battery blankets until this year. I may need to go get one.
So this might be a little out of date as I haven’t lived in the Yukon for almost 30 years and I was a kid then. I live in Ontario now. But, if memory serves:
You know you’re a Yukoner when:
– you consider shotguns on a wall socially acceptable and even arty as long as they are unloaded
– you have a taxidermied black bear rug hanging in your living room (like my family did for like freakin’ 10+ years!)
– you consider it normal to find rifle casings in pant pockets before putting them in the washing machine
– moose meat is not really a delicacy but a way of life
– your kids ALWAYS sport snowsuits under their Hallowe’en costumes. (We don’t here in Ontario.. My kids wear sweaters).
– antlers! Antlers on houses! Antlers on camper vans…need I say more?
– you buy the most basic items using catalogs. Frilly stuff is either from “away” or made lovingly by mom
– fierce animals roam your ‘hoods at night and it doesn’t make front page news
– going outside for recess means playing in a really big space with real ground (not asphalt) under your feet.
– your neighbour can’t go biking – she says she’s growing the hair on her legs for the Sourdough Rendezvous (true story – not kidding!)
– Sprucebog means something.
Rain! Those are some good ones.
I will add: moose, elk, caribou, bear, and bison are not delicacies, but a way of life.
I know a few people with the bear skin. And no, it’s not sexy. It’s gross.
I think there is a reduction in the antler trend.
There are a few more shopping choices here in Whitehorse, Canadian Tire is the most notable.
Sprucebog just happened.
Why can’t you bike with hairy legs?
You try gas-line anti-freeze in your truck.