A Valentine’s Day Guide

I was cooking for a group of bear hunters in Maine … and a couple from Ohio arrived the first week. I gravitated towards the man’s wife, who was starry-eyed in anticipation of taking a bear. I learned that if she did, it would be her first big-game animal. I remember thinking that many guys, who would love to involve their girlfriends, wives, sisters, mothers, aunts in hunting could take lessons from the Ohio couple.

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Which State Has The Highest Percentage Of Hunters?

Andy H. from Maine
writes to ask about where the highest percentage of hunters live compared to a
state’s total population. “My hunting buddies and I had a little debate last
night over what states have the most deer hunters as a percentage of that
state’s total population. I thought that Maine
would be on top, but they said Texas,
because of their high deer numbers. Who is right?”

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Amos: A Fine Maine Coyote Hound

My friend Conrid was known as the best hound man in the area. He’d pull off somewhere, aiming the antenna-style tracker in the general direction of a mountain ridge, checking on the location of a dog or dogs. Conrid used walkie-talkies to direct hunters to spots where they might intercept the coyote chased by the dogs. It was during the times that he aimed the tracker that Conrid would tell me pieces of the story.

It took days before I got the whole story, given to me in pieces as if the whole of it was still, even years later, too much to stand all at once. That’s the way grief is.

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Jabba’s Toughest Cold Trail

Conrid asked that I would take care of his dog Jabba for the rest of his days. Jabba was 14 then, so bothered by arthritis that he had to be helped to his feet. My own dogs wondered at this new long-legged addition to the household, a hound that would peer with near sightless eyes into the woods and whine. They’d stand next to him, looking as he did into the trees and early shadows, as if trying to share what he saw or remembered.

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Hunting Home

I was turkey hunting near Chataqua, N.Y., with some of the pro staffers from Knight & Hale. Mark Grieco had called three jakes within 15 feet of me, but I hadn’t taken a shot. Both the sight of the jakes and a glimpse of a mature gobbler strutting for a hen about 70 yards away had frozen me. Even while Mark was whispering “shoot, shoot!” I hadn’t made a move. By the time I left for the two-day drive back to northern Maine, I was in the mood for regretful country music and harmful introspection about my future as a turkey hunter. Then I came across some wonderful people … .

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Meet Tenley Meara

When Tenley Meara is behind a dog or dogs, she’s either cruising at least 10 mph, or standing still. It depends on the season. If it’s the winter months, her booted feet are firmly planted on a sled pulled by a team of eager Alaskan huskies. If it’s fall, she may be poised to shoot game birds behind the frozen point of a German shorthaired pointer.

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Casting For Recovery In Maine

Registered master Maine guide Bonnie Holding, Coplin Plantation, has been teaching fly fishing and guiding anglers for many years. She says theer is evidence that fly fishing can play an important role in the physical and emotional recovery of women with breast cancer. Learn more about this outstanding program.

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Stumbling Upon Geocaching

The cacophony of rain on wood was the only sound as the two mountain bikers waited for the downpour to pass, or at least abate, in shelter off a dirt road. Then there was another sound. “What’s up there?” asked my biking friend Jan Duprey. A small plastic container was by one of the beams. We had discovered a geocache.

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A Family Whitewater Adventure

The challenge for me was to find a place where my family, including three teenage-boys, could go to experience a vacation we could all enjoy. What will satisfy a teenager’s craving for activity, but still be fun for parents? The answer was a whitewater rafting trip.

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