Weeeeeellllll, I do miss sometimes!! Especially when Ol' Ruff decides to fly through the conifers at Mach 5!!

A friend of ours lives there. He moved to Maine right after high school in 1980. He built the cabin himself back in 1986. He's a great guide and a good friend. I always know we'll get into birds when we hunt with him.

The weather was excellent all week for the most part. Thursday was 30 MPH winds, temps in the high 20s and 2" of snow to start the day. But, dogs worked great and we hunted areas where the mountains gave shelter from the winds. As you said, only negative was the amount of hunters on Saturday.

Just a few more pics of the views in the area. We also hunt bear in most of the same places, just farther into the woods.

What's the matter Mike, don't they make blaze orange cap with an A on it:p

They do Chuck, I just don't have one. I have 4 others, but none in blaze orange. :) Besides, successful shooting sometimes deserves some self-promotion. :cheers:

[QUOTE=Daryl Corona;256659]Where are the pics of you and your smallbore Fox chasing birds?:whistle:

Great minds think alike, DC!! Yup, a Fox BOD openly touting Meriden's finest. :banghead::banghead:
So many cross-dressers, so little time!!

BTW, if those handle bars get any longer, you'll be the official du Bray doppelganger at next year's PGCA Annual Meeting!!

BWAHAHAHAHA!! Funny thing Steve, I really did think I grabbed the 16g Fox from the one safe. When I took the gun from the case it was the Parker VH. Not saying either gun is not up to the task, so I just enjoyed my trip with good friends, dogs and Old Reliable. As for the ‘stache, just wait until April at Deep River!!!

Wow, beautiful country and a great trip. I forget the actual quote and from which book, but it goes something like "I hunt grouse mostly because they live in beautiful places". That's one of them. Dean can probably tell me author, title and page and number though.

Only thing left to be said about that trip to sum it all up is... "Roll Tide"!

There is a famous paragraph written by John Voelker called "Testament of a Fisherman"

I fish because I love to;

Because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly;

Because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape;

Because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion;

Because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience;

Because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters;

Because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness;

Because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there;

Because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid;

And, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant – and not nearly so much fun.