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Reflecting on 2015

2015 has been a whirlwind of a year and I have an empty freezer to show for it.  It is funny how different it was from 2014 and yet I enjoyed every moment that I was able to be outside.

I went turkey hunting a few times in the spring and once in the fall and it wasn't until deer season that I started to see huge flocks of them again.

I continued to bear hunt but it was made harder by the fact that my husband and I each took new job and moved about an hour north, leaving me an hour further away from my bear hunting spots.

I shot a coyote in 2015 which in some ways has helped me think about and be ready to conquer some of my outdoor fears.  I hate coyotes but looking at that pelt on my wall, it proves that I can face my fears and be willing to try new adventures.

Which leads me to my trapping license.  I am excited that I am now (on paper) a Maine trapper and I really want to at least set a trap and see what happens this season but with the season ending on most animals Dec 31, I may need to just start getting equipment and prep.

I got more fishing equipment this year so that come the April 1 season opener, I should be ready with my own gear instead of other people's borrowed gear!  Now, to see about landing a fish with my new-to-me fly rods.

And one of the coolest things that I think I did this year was join EvoOutdoors and the incredible group of people who are helping to promote awesome outdoor activities and top notch gear for everyone. THIS is what hunting, fishing, trapping and the outdoors is all about: a community of people supporting one another in every way imaginable.

Then, there are all of you!  From your comments here, posts on our Facebook page and your emails of support I thank you all for brightening my day and supporting me in my outdoor adventures,  I hope that you enjoy reading about them as much as I have enjoyed writing about them.

I have a few incredible things planned for 2016 that I am anxious to share with you , but until then... Thank you!!!

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