Dear 10 Point buck on my trail camera, Today is September 22. In 1 month and 1 day, Dad and I will be dragging you out of the woods. So, please enjoy the last few weeks - frolic in the woods, munch the apples under those 5 apple trees, knock up a few
hoes does and enjoy the Maine weather. I have plans for you beginning Oct 30 that involve a crock pot, football and a bunch of guys (and me) yelling at the TV during a game. So until then...
See you in 37 days
Reason number 3,657,935 why my Dad is the best: As we were snowmobiling, we approached a bog and three eagles with about 20 crows took off. It could only mean one thing in my book - something was dead. We circled back and walked around in the snow but the birds had left and we couldnt find anything that would resemble a meal. A part of me thinks that we were in the wrong piece of land and should have been on the other side of the bog but in our snowmobile gear, we were not going to cover a lot of ground. I was disappointed that we couldn't find what the birds were eating but I was able to get some good pictures of one of the mature eagles and the immature eagle that were flying around.