Saturday, 21 November 2020

Passed Down

 The sportsman tradition is something that has been passed down in my family tree. Great grandfather's , grandfather's all have a storytell of there time in the woods and on the water. It's stories of family history in the wild places that draw ears. 

    Heavy Buck poles and full stringers were common place in there time. It was food on the table to feed the family they worked so hard to provide for. So why as time progresses do hunter numbers go down. Do we not need the break that only nature can provide? Or is providing much easier these days. We live in a time were time is short. Pressure from work has us working more and If it's not that then it's the easy credit car payment . Time moves on by 

   This way of life hunting and fishing needs us to get back to the roots. This has to be a family and friend passion. In order to keep this going fo generation to come kids have to hit the woods and waters. Hunts might be spoiled in terms of animals taken but The moments made will be stories kids are telling their great grandchildren. 

   It used to be the wild lands that was the escape from the world. You could go and everything else disappeared. Today there is electronics to occupy young minds from the busyness. It's time to disconnect are kids from them and get them hooked on the wild. 

   Take your kid hunting and fishing while they still have the passion. My oldest is 4 and has been loving going hunting with no gun this year. Getting out and exploring and spending quality time in the woods. This is a passion that will stay with him a life time because that flame never faded. Outdoorsman need to step up and put are success in the field to the side. Pursuing the retention of our kids as hunters and fishers like it's that big buck. 

Outdoor tradition's live on 

Acts 10:13

Sunday, 4 October 2020

Grouse camp

    The small game season has began. The second day of the start to my season happened at hunting camp. It has been a staple of where grouse hunting happened for me as a kid. It's just a small cabin tucked in the woods of northeastern Maine. Pulling up the camp road brings excitement and anticipation every time. .

  This trip would begin early. Up in time to make the two hour ride north. The first stop would be at camp. With the wind we had this spring and end of summer cutting trees was necessary to get in. Quick fall cleaning then time to get the dogs ready for the day



   Two seasoned German shorthaired pointers that that I received in the off season were ready to go. The anticipation was high to hunt with these dogs and they didn't disappoint. With many points and no bird shot over the dogs they hunted hard and found birds. Missed shots was the issue this day. 

   With one bird bagged in what was bad timming for the grouse. While walking down a road the dogs working about seventy yards out a ruffed grouse decided it was the right time for a stroll across the road just ten yard from us so it went in the bag. 

    The beagles came along so we figured we give them a shot at some snowshoe hare. Finding some thick soft woods we let the loose and they hunted hard. A few spots later we figured this day was not the day of the snowshoe hare. 

   With the a grouse fried for dinner it's more memories made at camp.  It's time to reminisce on the time spent with family and good dogs. With thoughts of hunts to come. 

Good luck and conserve the habitat.

Season Prep

  This time of year the truck bed Permanently gets smaller till the season end with a two hole dog box. The equipment is packed and truck is...