This is the incredible story of Canada's largest manhunt. Hundreds of men spent 7 weeks tracking the elusive Albert Johnson for 240 kilometres across the frozen North. He was eventually caught and killed but the identity of Albert Johnson, the Mad Trapper of Rat River, remains a mystery to this day.
The Mad Trapper by Helena Katz is the incredible story of Canada's largest manhunt. Hundreds of men spent 7 weeks tracking the elusive Albert Johnson for 240 kilometres across the frozen North. He was eventually caught and killed but the identity of Albert Johnson, the Mad Trapper of Rat River, remains a mystery. 3 stars
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A very easy and interesting read. As a Canadian, the winters in the story were relatable which gave a new understanding to the treaterous conditions Johnson and the RCMP endured. It was very interesting to be put into the mindset of the 1930's and how slow moving things were because of the lack of technology (radios, planes, ect.). I would reccomend this book to anyone of any age, a wonderfully interesting story!
Very easy read, which I like for biographies. I found the detail very impressive given how remote the chase was and given how little is known about the man. There was even some information in here I had not known previously, which I was impressed by given how little information there is in general and I have watched and read quite a few things on this case.
3 1/2 stars ... I started out with 4 then realized this one isn't of the calibre of other 4-stars I've read so I'm landing on 3 in the interest of trying to be judicious with my stars. The writing style is very simplistic and a bit random but this one really captured me. It's our December book club choice - we read CanLit and it was time for something quick and easy after a couple of heavy choices. And it pleasantly surprised me ... it was a LOT more interesting than I expected. A quick, captivating read ... this would make a good 8th grade text book - social studies/history or English.
It was interesting to think of media reporting at the time of the Trapper as compared to now ... radio only worked intermittently, so the posse could only communicate to Aklavik once/day; info would then have been broadcast to the world by radio or newspaper which meant next day reporting at best ... Compared to our experience of instant info. Interesting factoid: sales of radios during the depression increased because of the manhunt. How vulnerable were those men in the cold and without any way to communicate with base.
It's inconceivable to me how they were out on the land tracking him for as long as they did at those temps & weather conditions. Weather conditions and environment meant no tracks to follow ... I cannot imagine trying to determine where to start looking in the bush. Johnson covered 240 km traversing the Richardson Mountains at temps averaging -38C for 5 weeks ... he was 145 lbs when he died, snowshoes were 10 lbs each, pack was 150 lb. He was one tough man.
Some details in the book are a little random, but I found them super interesting. For example, one of the FN trackers threw away his gun after Johnson was killed - didn't want to eat meat shot with a gun that may have killed a man.
The skill of pilot Wop May is astounding - to be able to fly in those conditions and with the kind of aircraft available to them day after day without modern technology is astounding. The description of him bringing back the injured Hersey through the mountains is hair raising.
What wasn't there: any mention of him wearing his snowshoes backwards to throw off the posse. My dad always talks about that when the story of the Mad Trapper comes into conversation ... was this just left out of this version? Or urban myth about a mythological figure?
Theories on who Johnson was? He had so much money with him (over $2000 on his body when he died), and came from God knows where ... was he running from the law elsewhere? Was he mentally ill? (Seems to fit the profile of paranoid schizophrenic to me ...) Why would he have sprung the traps of the local trappers and put them in trees (the event that sparked the interest in him in the first place), when he didn't have pelts in the cabin? Maybe it wasn't him who did it? And just who was he? A true Canadian mystery that will in all likelihood never be solved.