Review written for ClubReading.com by Barbara
The reader identifies with and learns to love one of the forest dwellers, but this is no children’s story; rather, it’s for adults who would be enchanted by spending a dangerous year with a fisher as he grows from a little bit of fluff into a graceful, mature creature. It’s a shame this book is out of print. It’s one of the few books I’ve ever read more than once.
EXCERPT FROM Winter of the Fisher:
Every afternoon of that unparalleled week the fisher lay on his ledge, drowsing while his coat drank up the heat of the sun. Lazily he watched the deer mice and saw the weasels spring, and heard their triumphant shrieks. As day drifted into evening, he would come down from the ridge to join the hunters himself. Swiftly he regained strength and mobility so that by the last week of December, only during a strenuous chase would the twinges awaken in his shoulder to remind him of what he had suffered.
His thoughts were seldom actively on the trapper, though he was still quite conscious of the man’s presence in the area. Unknowingly, he was waiting until he had healed completely. Yet, all the while, it was simply a matter of the proper stimulus to trigger the anger buried in him into action.
It came on Christmas Eve.