I have created a Wildlife Foundation in honor of my dad, Alfred Sibley. The Foundation will provide needed money to preserve our bush lands and forests, waterways, feed in disasterous winters, where there is no food. In droughts, there may be a need for water and this Foundation will provide funds to provide a surplus of money to build or buy what is needed. My goal is to donate 50% of the proceeds of my Wildlife song, “Canada Loves You With Pride”, to this fund. The song was recently released to the World on April 5, 2014.
My dad was a hunter, trapper, fisherman and a logger. The story goes way back into the late 1940′s and 1950′s. He travelled on foot from Mount Nebo, Saskatchewan, Canada to Meadow Lake, Saskatchewan. He was looking for new land and a new home where he could do what he liked to do, trap, hunt and fish. This is where he found my mother, Gladys B Egeland and a few years later, they married at Meadow Lake and that was their home until their deaths.
As a youngster, I learned many things from my dad. I remember he would bring home beaver, wolves, coyotes, mink and weasels, that he caught on his trapline. I watched him work on them and was taught how to do it and as I grew older, I was the helper. I remember hunting seasons where he would come home pulling the toboggan, with parts of a big moose on the back. He walked 10 miles or more pulling that sleigh and when he got home, he had to go back for another trip, as soon as he could, so the other wild animals wouldn’t take the meat. Things got more modern as time went passed ….
He and my mother raised us on a farm in the ST. Cyr Hills, just out of Meadow Lake, Sask. I remember my parents talking about when they bought Uncle Tom Trydahls land for $3000.00. There was three quarters of land to farm and that’s what we did. My three younger brother and I had a good life, but a very poor one. I remember my mom and dad taking us to town on a tractor. My dad built a box on the three-point hitch and we had to crawl in there with our mom then go to town.
The stories of my dad, known as the Great Hunter of the North, have taught me the respect of the Wild. It was our livelihood, our way of survival and I couldn’t think of a better way to live. He was a man of his word, he helped everyone and was very honorable to his family. I lived in God’s Kingdom, on our farm and I am the living legend of that real life.