After a November storm hit Southeast Alaska with heavy winds and rain, the air cooled and snowed, and the weather finally cleared. I was hunkered down in a cabin with five friends in Pybus Bay, on Admiralty Island (pictured here), hunting deer, reading, and telling stories, unaware that one hour after our plane left Juneau en route to Pybus Bay (on 11/11/15), the announcement came out that my novel, Jimmy Bluefeather, had won the 2015 National Outdoor Book Award for literary fiction. It’s the first time that award has ever gone to a novel. I’m grateful, and happy to be back home. I didn’t get a deer, but my friends did, and they shared. These days I think a lot about where our food comes from, and should I eat meat. The deer moved through the muskeg and woods like athletes, like dancers. I think of their beauty every time I unwrap a package of venison. We might live by computers and iPhones, but like Old Keb Wisting, my lead character in Jimmy Bluefeather, we’re all descended from hunters. We’re all just trying to find our way.