Hidden deep in the snow-covered, roadless wilderness of Albert County, New Brunswick, a century-old maritime tradition was about to vanish forever. It was late autumn in 1934, and the open season for Canadian moose was nearing a permanent ban. But before the forests fell silent, my great-grandfather, James Amos Ford, stepped into the dense Acadian brush with a heavy-caliber rifle and a camera. Decades later, a handful of beautifully preserved photographs—and the meticulous handwriting left on the backs—unlocked an incredible family journey that spans from the mountains of Tennessee to the industrial heart of Moncton.