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Name: Drew Pogge

Where are you based? Bozeman, Mont.

What's your gig at StokeLab? I mostly make snarky comments about vegetarians, cats, and road cyclists. I also sometimes use up the last of the TP and forget to replace the roll, much to the chagrin of the next bathroom visitor. Especially if they’re a vegetarian.

What's more painful: 20-mile death slog in sub-zero weather in the Arctic or writing a gear review about a cutting-edge oven mitt? Hmmmm, tough one. I love slogging, and I love free gear, so it’s actually tough in the opposite way you’d expect. Is the oven mitt made of carbon fiber? Does the slog result in first descents? I’d need more information to make a judgement.

Funniest memory from your youth in Wisconsin? So many: trying to trim my friend’s singed hair so his mom wouldn’t notice after he was nearly decapitated by an errant mortar shell experiment; jumping my pickup off of the loading dock ramp behind Little Caesars Pizza; devising a scheme to drain a city pond in order to collect and re-sell lost frisbee golf disks; the list goes on. In the Midwest you have to create your own fun, because it’s not a very naturally entertaining place.

How long is the biggest knife in your collection? Where did it come from? I have a knife that’s around two-feet long (when does a knife become a sword?), given to me by an old man in Wyoming who read a story I wrote about how knives are a Western symbol of individualism and self-sufficiency. He actually sent me an entire box of knives because he “knew they’d be safe with me.” 

What's one skill most people don't know you have? I build hotrods. I paid my way through college building one-off custom trucks from the ground up. I still always have a project in the garage—right now it’s a 1960 Willys Wagon.

Name one published story which provides you with more satisfaction than the rest. Probably a story I wrote and photographed about skiing the ultra-remote Torngat Mountains in Labrador. My partner and I spent time with Inuit hunters and elders in a caribou camp, and their perspective on these amazing mountains was so intense, it really stuck with me. The resulting story was probably the best thing I’ve written, because it isn’t about skiing. It’s about people, and a history and way of life that most will never understand.