Moose Country Minute – July 01 2017


Happy Canada Day, folks. I swear to God Canada doesn’t look a day older than 137, but here we are — sesquicentennial.

One hundred and fifty big ones.

In a few hours, once the sun sets over the Gatineau Hills, I will be sitting on the 10th balcony of our Ottawa apartment watching the fireworks over Parliament Hill.

Even though it is only a few blocks away, I won’t be going near it with the proverbial 10 foot barge pole.

I am not pressing my luck.

Now, I hope and pray that there will be no terrorist incident but, if I were a whacked-out wannabe jihadist, Parliament Hill on Canada’s 150th birthday would seem to me to be a pretty inviting target.

Security will be as tight as hell, of course, as it should be, but it doesn’t make me feel any more secure.

During my long journalism career, I have seen terrorism up close and almost personal, and there is nothing going on today that would convince me that Parliament Hill will be as save as houses.

Hey, I know this program is all about the great outdoors, and there will be millions outdoors today as Canada goes crazy celebrating the 150th anniversary of Confederation.

It’s just that I won’t be among them.

This country has a lot to celebrate, no question about it. I’ve travelled it from stem to stern, and have never felt smaller than while driving through the Rocky Mountains, dwarfed by the massiveness of it all.

I have never felt more alone, and at peace, than sitting in a boat fishing as dawn breaks over a lake in northern Ontario.

But you can’t stop terrorism by not fighting it.