Gun, Gas, & Dogs

A postcard profile of Marie Paneak

Marie misses the hunt.

Early mornings, scent of gasoline, the howl of manic dogs. She nudged her yawning children out the door and into the cold, a young mother and her old rifle against hunger.

Usually hunting was men’s business. But Marie was a widow in northern Alaska. She had no choice, and like many of her generation she remembered too well the sta…