Back in “the day” you might hear about a buddy getting a deer from the buddy himself, or another friend, or down at the general store, or at the check-in station (often the same place as the general store). Nothing is so simple today. I was down in Connecticut, celebrating Thanksgiving with family, when my daughter told me my friend Jim back in Underhill got a buck. My daughter, Maddie, had just received a “tweet” (from Twitter) from Jim’s daughter…
My wife, Karen, and I just returned from a lovely Thanksgiving celebration at my brother’s house in Connecticut. I told my family that I was writing a hunting and fishing blog and would be writing an outdoor column for the Mountain Gazette. That was the cue needed for the “did I ever tell you about the time” stories to begin. My first editorial comment was, “I can’t write about that, that was illegal!” To which the storyteller responded, “yeah, don’t…
Wow, my first blog post for this blog. I’m sure this is the road to fame and fortune. We’ll call this my background blog post. I grew up in Vermont reading Ranger Rick magazine, learning the fine art of woodcraft from the alpha males in my family – such as the never-fail way to start fires with petroleum products, and roaming the hills with family and friends. Now, I’m like an aged version of Ranger Rick, with much more fur,…