A good poetry collection is something a reader returns to again and again. One read can't be enough (and if it is, the thing should be taken to the thrift shop). This one's a keeper.
On second read, or fourth, I find different threads, snags of intention and images I haven't yet experienced. But also, a deepening of what was my first read, too. The visceral quality here is what most moves me; it's something to grab at. Might be painful, but it grows from the natural world. Even in facing death--a hunting gunshot wound (something this Canadian is familiar with) there is rawness and life lived with intimate knowledge of the shadow that is always a part of being alive.
Trail poems, working in wilderness poems, humans in the natural world, doing their unnatural things, trying to get it right.