Met an elderly Inuit (Eskimo) on the Alaskan Peninsula in the late 70's. Charlie was probably 80 then. Really loved this guy, he could have survived in the bush with nothing but his pocket knife. In his youth Charlie had been the hunter for 2 native villages in the region, this would have been back in the 20's and 30's. He would run a dog sled in the winter months, on his route for a week hunting caribou and moose and unload at the villages going through. Went water fowl hunting on the river with him one afternoon, very efficient, (our society would consider him a poacher), he would ground sluice birds without a thought. In his down time he would hunt brown bears for museums (the area in known for big ones), where only an eye shot was accepted.
Well Charlie was getting old and his eye sight was just not as good as it used to be, so for safety he had recently stepped up to a bigger caliber rifle with more stopping power. Charlie had just bought a .222.
Our nation does not produce people like Charlie anymore, Canada might. Someday they may be needed again.