I’ve often wondered what it’d be like to be Canadian and therefore a lumberjack. Apologies if that stereotype offends, I don’t really think all Canadians are lumberjacks. Some of you are Mounties too, but I know what that’s like, thanks to daytime TV. I’ve often imagined it a bourbon-swilling, axe-swinging sort of job. Holding away wolves with one blistered and splintered hand while felling trees right and left with the other. I didn’t however, think it would involve werewolves, rock traps and blessed bullets. Which shows how much I know about the logging industry.