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There are tales of MPs hunting (in the purest sense) draft dodgers in the backwoods of Quebec. Not everyone liked the idea of three hots and a cot.

There was an oldtimer who lived in the deep woods of Nova Scotia in a tumbledown log cabin. IIRC, he jumped a train to not go overseas. But his cabin was on Crown Land and there was a new national park going in. The rangers had a hard time getting him out.