I can say, in all honesty, that I have experience putting stitches in my own head!
It began on a crisp morning late one September when I took off from Prince George in a 185 Cessna float plane with Dan, my friend and flying instructor, for four days of Caribou hunting in Tweedsmuir Park.
At seven thousand feet we leveled off and reduced power to cruise. It took us two hours to reach our destination,