Tag Archives: hunting

Ten Years After…No Band Involved

Posted on November 7, 2019 by bereksennebec

John Clark in a holding pattern with the rest of the family, awaiting the arrival of Reid James Lozefski, our first grandson. Ten years ago, I got so weirded out after removing 34 deer ticks while in the woods at … Continue reading →

Tagged Acorns, Deer ticks, dreams, hunting, John Clark, Sennebec Hill Farm, Union Maine | 3 Comments

The Defining Season

Posted on September 12, 2019 by bereksennebec

John Clark here. I’ve had 70 chances to experience each of our four seasons. Granted, early ones were blurred by infancy and the passage of time, but I can say without hesitation that fall is my favorite. Winter is long, … Continue reading →

Tagged apples, fall, Favorite seasons, Frost, hunting, John Clark, Maine journeys, Merrymeeting Bay, Mountain lions, wild grapes | 3 Comments

The Journey Continues

Posted on July 24, 2016 by mainecrimewriters

In my post on July 14, we embarked on a canoe/kayak trip from Sinclair on Long Lake to Limestone Point on Square Lake. After an amazing night in which we were able to observe the galaxy in all of its … Continue reading →

Posted in Vaughn's Posts | Tagged Aroostook County, camping, Cross Lake, Eagle Lake, Fish River Lakes, fishing, hiking, hunting, Long Lake, Maine, Mud Lake, Square Lake, Vacation | Leave a comment

Bambi Go Home

Posted on April 22, 2015 by mcwarchives

Hello again from Sarah Graves, thinking today about innocent woodland creatures. Who belong, you should excuse my saying so, in the woods. Or if they eat up, befoul, and generally infest Eastport for very much longer, on my plate. I mean … Continue reading →

Posted in Sarah's Posts | Tagged Bambi, deer, Eastport, Elmer Fudd, Home Repair is Homicide, hunting, Maine, Sandy Oliver, Sarah Graves, Thompson submachine gun, Working Waterfront | 10 Comments

The White Mittens

Posted on December 6, 2011 by mcwarchives

Paul Doiron here— My wife and I were having lunch at Morse’s Sauerkraut in Waldoboro recently when we overheard two couples talking in the next booth. The conversation turned to hunting, and inevitably one of the wives brought up the … Continue reading →