My brother was a real Minnesota outdoors guy: He preferred being outdoors to indoors and was not afraid of rugged hikes or extreme conditions. He worked at a ski resort in Montana and he loved to sail, ski, camp, fish and hunt.
This is a compass that my brother used when he worked on an archaeological dig after he graduated from college. My family chose this object as a remembrance because he once held it in his hands to help him find his way. In the end, he couldn’t find his way, and he ended his life with his own hunting gun, which had been given to him by our grandfather.