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One autumn, I hunted a 400-acre game bird preserve in New Hampshire … the bird went up and I fired. A clean miss. Well, that was just the first bird and the day was young, I told myself. However, this wing-shooting gig was tougher than I had remembered!
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Near the top of New Hampshire is the Great North Woods, home to a 28-mile rolling ride through the White Mountain foothills. It’s in that no man’s land between the national forest and the rippling Pliny and Pilot ranges of mountains such as Cherry, Starr and Waumbeck. The route is very scenic and not to be missed!
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The doe finally came to a stop no more than 15 yards in front of me. There was a problem, however, not only had Mother Nature placed a huge oak between the deer … but the doe was staring right at me! Finally, I decided one of us had to make a move!
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To Caleb Davis, certified canoe instructor, canoe builder and League of New Hampshire Craftsmen paddle maker, the canoe is not bulky transportation, but a frisky craft designed to seemingly dance through the water.
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I was too early for hiking season, and that’s the way I’d wanted it. I was on the rebound from a failed relationship, didn’t want to see anybody I knew and didn’t want to see any of the places we’d been together. The bleak landscape of pre-spring was a perfect match for how I felt inside.
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Yes Virginia, there is a Snowville and on this rambling country road loop through two states, along farms, barns, by orchards and shaded woods, you will pass right through it. New Hampshire’s White Mountains has trails for fat tire and thin-tire warriors.
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Lake Umbagog, bordered by Maine and New Hampshire, most famous residents were home, perched in a nest high atop some prime wide and wild real estate. From the comfort of a stealth kayak, the white bald head of an eagle was easily spotted against the wispy mare’s tails in the sky.
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She wasn’t the puppy you were supposed to pick. As the others swarmed up she sat alone, shy. I named her after a long-ago babysitter who always made grunts of disapproval at us–Maude sounded just like her when I picked her up.