The road to Val-d'Or: hunting disputes and scalding coffee

"All they took was the head so they could use it as a trophy."

The truck stop coffee sat there tempting me.

Just one look at the stuff and I knew it would burn through my stomach like Greek Fire. And while the mere thought of ingesting weapons grade caffeine gave my ulcer an ulcer, I had another three-and-a-half hours to drive on roads swarming with overworked truckers and poor cell reception.

So I gritted my teeth a…