Once again, me and my dad were in Canada.
But for a different reason.
To work in a Gold Mine for the reality TV show, Gold Rush.
This time, it was just me and my dad. In a camper. Whew! It was cramped even with two people. But we got over it.
My dad was gone most of the time, so i had the place to myself, the TV, everything. We even had WIFI
which was reaaallllllly nice.
I got to Skype with my mom sometimes, but the part that was the most fun was being able to drive my four-wheeler anywhere i pleased. But, if the camera crew wasnt there, i couldn't ride in it unless my dad was driving.
But, anyways, the camera crew came and  went every couple of weeks, and were very annoying at times.
I mean, really annoying. Cameras in your face, following you around when something interesting happens, and asking questions about what happened at 100 mph. (Not literally of course)
The whole experience was really weird but really educational. I know how TV works now, whether something was staged or actually happened, if they put words into your mouth, taking if from past words you've said and putting them in that scene to make you either look bad, or say something that messes everyone up.


TV does that to you. I know, hard to believe right? No, not really. TV messes with everything to make it interesting, or dramatized, or just entertaining in general. They'll make you look really bad one episode, then the next, they'll make you look like a saint, coming to the rescue! But, don't believe in everything that you see on TV, even if they are documentaries, they'll say that this happened and tell the story of baby bears and their mom, but then, they'll use totally different animals, not even in the same area, or even country.
TV does try to push things into your brain that isn't true, but some things are real.
Like some Reality TV, not like Duck Dynasty, which was totally scripted, and made from a bunch of duck call makers. But, even some of the true stuff isn't true, ya feel? Some of it, the people have to repeat what they say, over and over, and they have to say what the camera guys tell them too. They say it like they are giving 'ideas' but they are really just putting words in their mouths.


And most of this stuff isn't about Gold Rush, its mainly about what TV can make you look like, and what they make you say, even if you didn't say it.
If you say something wrong, oh man. They are going to use that footage to put some tension between you and who youre talking about.
Oh, they can stage things between people, like a 13 year old in middle school. It is baddddd.
Then, if you say dont use this, or dont put that on, they want to use it even more, to cause conflict.


But even getting interviewed by the people is stressfull, you have to watch every little thing that you say, or people will take offence, or even start to "Troll" or bother the people that agree with it, or they'll just start to bash at you. Heres an example.

Lets say im getting interviewed. and they ask,
"What's your families nickname for you?' and i reply with "Deadeye Macfly"
And they put it on.
People will say, "Hey, they stole that off of back to the future!!"
or "Is there something wrong with her eye" and it will get alot of un-wanted and un-needed attention.

You just gotta remember, tv is entertaining, mesmerizing and addicting, and a whole lot of other things.
But if you do something wrong, a whole lot of people will tell you their opinion, whether its good or bad, and most of its bad.
Watch what you see when watching tv.

We were at the end of the island, my Dad, my sister and me were in a small group, waiting for the bear to go by, and my mom was still fishing, oblivious of to what is coming around the corner.
My dad yells, "Lisa, Bear!"
My Mom brushes it off, not believing what he's saying.
"Lisa!! Bear!!" He says, yet again.
She casts into the river.
"Lisa there is a Bear coming your way down the shore! Get out of there!!" He finally screams.
She looks up, and sees the head of a bear around the rock she was standing by.
"Oh, my GOD!"  She screams and takes off up to our truck, about 50 feet away.

And were stuck, in the middle of the Chilcoot river, a 9 year old, a 12 year old, and a Father with a knife and a can of bear spray, looking a 7 foot bear right in the eyes.
10 feet away from us, a bear stood on its hind legs, blowing snot and waving her head in challenge.
My dad has the safety off the spray, and his hand on the knife, ready to do what he can to save his little girls.
He mumbles to us, "Do. Not. Run."
We stay still, but fighting the urge to move.
The bear walks forward about two feet, and stops.
The locals are trying to help us, yelling "Hey bear!" as loud as they can. But theres nothing else that they could do.
And a tour bus filled with tourists from China, are taking pictures of us. Not Cool.


And right then, the bear slightly annoyed and probably thinking that we werent worth it, turned around, and walked back to the forest.
No dinner, no fish, no anything.
The bear, her name was Clueless, had just left, leaving a family scared and all my dad could say was,
"Do you want to go fishing tomorrow?"
And he gave me a wicked grin.

One summer, me and my family went on vacation to our usual spot in Canada, around the end of the B.C region, and next to the Alaskan border.  We were staying with a close family friend that my Dad has known for many years. His name is Jack, and he is a hunting guide, and we stayed in one of his little cabins that he houses hunters in, in the middle of the bush. They were really cozy, a little heater, the cabins were made out of wood, and in the evening, the warm glow of the sunset, the warmth of the heater, and the wood smell made you drowsy, comfortable, and safe. The cabins were not very spacious, but they were nice.
There were gas lights that made a soft buttery glow wrap around every corner, making the dark go away.
And when you would look out the windows, all you saw was mountain ranges, flowers and beautiful wildlife. Everything so close you could almost touch them, seeing a Cow Moose with her baby so close, filled you with excitement of what else that land held.


  And when we would leave camp, we would drive for a few hours down the most beautiful stretch of land that I have ever seen. You would go into the mountain range, through a dense but amazingly beautiful Borieal forest, after you emerge from there, you would arrive in the alpine tundra. Then you would see a enormous river, and around that flew dozens upon dozens of Bald Eagles, free and wild. You could see the magnificence of the rivers, their fierce currents and the strength of them, the width of them, they seem miles wide, and the animals that dwell in them, you only notice their strength when you see them fight against the current.


 When we would finally arrive to our destination, Haines, Alaska, after getting across the border, the first thing that we would do, is go to a little shop, that sold home-made fudge, little trinkets, and souvenirs. I always got chocolate and peanut flavored fudge, but after that, we would run to the supermarket, get some snacks, and get some boots, rain jackets, and other things. But, before we set off again, we had to make one more stop, to get fishing licenses so we could go salmon fishing later on in the day. Since I was younger than 16, I had no need to get one, but my mom and dad did.


 We finally got to go! We were on our way to go fishing! I was so exited, I was ready to catch a HUGE salmon!
We were finally there, the river was so beautiful, I couldn't believe my eyes, even though i had been there before, I cast out into the river, reel in, nothing. I do it once more, still nothing.
This goes on for a while, and i notice that my dad, on a small island in the river was catching way more than me! So, naturally I had to be where he was. So, I had him carry me on his back across the river, and I started casting, and by my third cast, I caught a BIG salmon!! And then, my dad carried my sister across, and my Dad, sister and me started catching fish like crazy. But then, something bad happened. Something really, really bad.