Qertaulangiuaq is one of Max's favorite places to hunt. In heavy fog we hunt from icebergs and fast ice. Until the sun breaks out and a ring of ice-capped mountains shimmers between cloud-mottled seas and skies. Max shoots another seal. Seal bodies bob about the water in bloody pools. As we head into the bay to collect them a rib of moss-green gneiss rises under our bow. Do hunters see sublimity as well as seals? Max hauls another body on board, looks into the distance, turns and says: this is why I live here. Or does he say: here is why I live.