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"I am always asked 'which is your favorite knife?", and the right answer usually is, the same as a father of a dozen children would give: "they are ALL my children and therefore all my favorite!" But let's face it, sometimes one child stands above the others who you love just as much, and just sort of has a different "shine" to them. Not that they are better or superior, but you do find your eyes looking over in their direction when the whole gang run into the dining room at the same time for Thanksgiving dinner. "Le Rêveur" is such a "child". It came to me, strangely not from the blade at first… but front the "ground up". Ever since I was a child I had a magical connection to "reindeer", otherwise known as Caribou. 

When I'm off on my trips for charity, or just to recharge myself with the electricity of the wilderness, I try to make sure that in the last weeks of August or early September I'm in the tundra of Northern Canada to watch the "rutting" of the Caribou. It is at this time that the bulls are high in steroid hormones like our own testosterone so they can fight each other for the "hand" of a fine "lady". Most fights between bulls are violent, and many bulls are seriously injured or killed during the rut. To watch this "mating war" makes one understand why I, for example have gotten into more than few "bar fights" over a beautiful waitress!

The main reason I love to go out to this specific spot is to meet my friend who lives among the Caribou. Little is known about him, expect that he has lived there for over forty years, and came originally from the Pyrenees. No one knew his real name, he was always known simply as "Le Rêveur", or "The Dreamer". 

He was called this since he always dreamed of a day when his beloved Barren Ground Caribou, and all the endangered animals of this region, could live in peace and harmony without the horrors of man's irresponsibility and greed. Living off the land, hunting (mostly birds), and fishing, Le Rêveur knew better than most the delicate fine-balance between man and nature, and how to walk that special tightrope between survival and irresponsibility. He almost single-handedly shamed the oil company's to re-route their pipelines and make special ramps for the Caribou migration, and to keep the "calving" process from being disrupted. He worked with many of the responsible hunters and frog-marched the government into enacting stricter laws for poachers, and I have personally seen him protect many injured or exhausted bulls who lost a "rut" with his own life from being killed by waiting wolves and bears! However, in turn, I've seen him bring freshly caught salmon to the same bears when they too were too weak to hunt! Because of him, Alaska's great wildlife have also become increasingly treasured as a natural wonder of state, national, and international importance. 

And that is why I was so shocked to find out last year that he had left us. No one knows if he died of natural causes, or got too close to an angry poacher or greedy oil man. Suffice it to say, the Caribou's grand hero was no more. An Indian friend of mine from up there told me the news as we drove to see the Caribou at his favorite spot. He gave me two treasures to remember Le Rêveur. One was the most magnificent Bull antler fall, and the other, was a piece of wood from Le Rêveur's shack, that he had lived in for almost half a century. Pieces of the shack were dismantled, and given to those who loved and respected and supported him. It was at that moment that I realized I had to make a special knife in his honor… to his spirit and to that of these magnificent animals. I had the piece of oak from his wilderness home, and the most incredible Barren Ground horn… and working from the ground up, "Le Rêveur" was created. That day in the tundra my Indian friend pointed out a bear, a salmon in his mouth, taking it home to his den. He told me this was the very bear that Le Rêveur had nurtured back to health. With that image etched in my mind, I also engaged the best scrimshaw artist in America to recreate a drawing of that moment. To me, to create a special knife, "cradled" forever by the horn of the spirit Le Rêveur so loved, held together by a piece of wood from the home that kept him warm on those freezing tundra nights just seemed the perfect remembrance. I guess what moves me the most was that Le Rêveur lived his dream. Every day his life had meaning. His heart was full, his soul filled with satisfaction. Many thought him a crazy mountain man. I see him as one of the luckiest people on Earth".

                                                                  ©2002 Chuck Stapel

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