Kimmy and I recently made it out to one of my favorite spots here in Franklin County. The brook was well-shaded with old growth; the large trees speckled the landscape like a…
Walking through a stand of red pine, I noticed a wreckage of trees, presumably from the stiff winds this winter. I’ve seen examples of this around my house in Farmington, only I…
They were here, but now are mostly gone: that delicious entrée or side to a meal: fiddleheads. Actually premature ostrich ferns, I had plans to harvest them when they were in “full…
More snow blanketed western Maine a couple weeks ago than we knew what to do with. I didn’t stand around thinking about it though, I got the sled out. Kimmy was eager…
At 11 p.m. this past Thursday night, I found myself bouncing down the road in my truck with my friend, Gump, a sled in the back, enough food to feed a wilderness,…
Ice fishing is heating up now, as Mainers across the state change the gas in their augers and incessantly ask the guy running the local bait shop where all the fish are…
I find it interesting how a hunter becomes a stranger as soon as he walks into the woods. Sticking out like a sour plum, man has just about everything going against him…
Hunting season is drawing to a close; those who bagged a deer or moose this season are waking up to tenderloins, while unsuccessful hunters wake up restless, having no wrapped package to…
My fishing excursions have been fairly frequent as of late in Franklin County, a special region of Maine where trout are sustained by the large and scenic western Maine mountains. The rainfall…
This past Thursday, my friends and I visited Porter Lake after I convinced them that there were plenty of nice brook trout to be caught. I recently tried Porter with my friend,…