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Frosty Morning

DSC_0002  I entered the woods fairly early. I had hoped to enjoy some woodland time to think, and relax. I, also, hoped for some photo opportunities, and see some wildlife.

I love those Pennsylvania hills!

I love those Pennsylvania hills!

This would be the heaviest frost of the season around these parts. Some of the deep hollows had enough frost to look like a light snow!  I dressed for the colder temperatures however, I knew I would be warm as the day moved along.                   DSC_0013

I followed a hollow for about one mile, often drifting along old logging roads to explore. Eventually, I cam to a place where forward movement would be thwarted in a big way. Multiflora Rose brambles and lots of them!     DSC_0017                                                    DSC_0009

I realized getting through that mess would be next to impossible without a machete, so I went n reverse searching for openings to move up the hill. I wanted t explore an old high wall, too.

I moved along any opening I could find until I reached a place where the brambles had me surrounded again on three sides. I could see the summit up above at about twenty-five feet. I elected to plow through the best I could rather than go back. MISTAKE!

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I slowly eased through moving those far-reaching rose arms however I could. They were winning as I continually felt the stings. I tried to work over a log and felt the fall, and I felt the thorn driving deep into my palm. (The thorn is still in my hand!)                  DSC_0008I reached he summit deciding to head across the high wall towards the car. What started out as an enjoyable trek ended with pains. Oh well, one needs to expect such things in nature!

I saw deer, including one buck; turkeys; a grouse on a log; some ringneck hens, and some squirrels.

DSC_0001I had watched the weather, and checked my commitments. I had one afternoon available to walk along the banks of Crooked Creek. I chose to walk south of Cochran’s Mill. (Cochran’s Mill was removed in the 1930 era to make way for the Crooked Creek Dam. All that can be found here are foundation stones scattered among the woodlands. This area floods most years as the water if held back at the dam.

I hurried to this area, and began a leisurely stroll. The terrain varied from level to hilly to outright steep. I had to deal with rocky areas, and muddy sites.                                                       DSC_0007

The leaves were beautiful, so I picked a good day to go explore. Some trees, like the sycamore, had already lost their leaves. However, the beech were in their glory with golds; oranges; bronze, and yellow.DSC_0015

Wildlife sightings were sparse. I saw one female merganser flying downstream with haste. I saw two brown creepers searching for morsels among the bark crevices.

 

Beech Trees

Beech Trees

I hadn’t been in this area in many years. I would walk from my grandparents often to explore these steep slopes, and play in the water. I hunted at times.                     DSC_0012

Note the low water level.

Note the low water level.

In the seventies I helped plant various seed-producing trees, and shrubs along with members of the Pennsylvania Wild Turkey Federation. I wonder how all of those plantings survived???

On top of the hill I found a family cemetery in the woods. Trees surrounded the site even way back then. I enjoyed the memories as I left the waterways to head back home.

 

DSC_0002  Today was a bittersweet day. My cousin Lois passed away at her home and was discovered on Thursday. Funeral begins on Sunday, November 1. I silently debated on going hunting or not. Her dad, like my dad, were hunters, and I realized she would expect me to hunt today.

My step-father, Bob, and I walked through the pre-dawn forest to listen for roosting turkeys. We failed to hear any from the trees so the walk, call, and listen approach was to be the type of hunting for us.                             DSC_0018

We met up around 10:00 to compare notes. neither of us had seen, or heard any turkeys. We walked within site to check a ridge. Nothing to show for our efforts.

We planned another strategy. He was to walk an old logging road while I paralleled him through the side of the hill where numerous briars, and vines were located. However, within minutes this plan would become altered. I started down a slope, and immediately backed away. TURKEYS!

 

A small spike buck.

A small spike buck.

I whistled to Bob, and motioned him to come to me. I told him what I had just viewed, and devised a plan. I was to circle and try for a breakup of the turkeys. I feared attempting to go down over on a run with the knee surgery. Bob was to set up slightly on the ridge and wait the results.

Barberry

Barberry

I eased below where I had seen the birds before noticing them going diagonally up, and over where I had just came from. I did the same hoping to go, up and over, right into them, and bust them up!

Box Turtle shell

Box Turtle shell

I reached the area and no birds. I quickly climbed higher, and as I began coming over this ridge top I could see the turkeys in my shotgun range.  I ran, and yelled with turkeys flying in a hundred and eighty degree arc. I moved to my right , and picked up Bob telling him what had happened.  They went past his position, probably, within 60 yards.

Free to a good home!

Free to a good home!

We set up about ten yards apart. I started to call after about twenty minutes since seeing the turkeys. I could hear turkeys downslope in short order. Two birds came up, and over, but worked along the ridge away from us. Soon more birds were talking loudly behind me. Bob messed up by moving on birds that were almost on his position.

Minutes later another turkey was loudly “chirping”. This bird walked within ten yards of Bob, but behind him, and he sat tight. I could see he wasn’t going to be able to get a shot. The turkey went behind a tree allowing me to move. The bird kept coming along the slope. I leveled the Remington 870. The turkey reappeared from behind another tree and BOOM! I had a gobbler.                 DSC_0016

I told Bob to set still, and I sat down beside him. In a few minutes we were hearing more turkeys, and seeing four more. These birds remained out of range as they got together with their mother. Eventually, I tried to relocate them, but missed them along the way. Bob was ready to call it a day.

We saw a number of deer, and squirrels.

My cousin’s funeral is Monday. Bob, and I, will try again  next week.

 

 

Venison For Winter!

  DSC_0002  I need to be honest with myself. I still endure pain issues in the knee that I had surgery on. Whenever, I feel healing is doing well, I have setbacks with pains; discomfort; clicks, and pinches. I need to tell myself to limit the miles, and avoid the steeper hills. I am still hopeful less pain will be true, as more time drifts along.                           DSC_0005

Last Monday, October 19, I hunted  for half a day. I had 22 deer sightings before returning home at around 1:00. I, also, saw a red fox, and a flock of turkeys. Lots of squirrels!

Prior to nine in the morning, I spotted a doe in the dogwood; crab apples and goldenrods. The deer was around forty yards or so. I believed it was closer.  I leveled “Jeremiah” and missed! Jeremiah is my .62 caliber smoothbore French fowler. The original style dates back into the latter eighteenth century. I have killed deer with this firearm in the past, but I still mess up on occasion. The smoothbore doesn’t have a rear sight. One has to get the check down on the stock and aim true. Any slight deviance of this and the shot can, easily, fly high, or low. Also, smoothbores are not a long range gun of accuracy. the barrel, as the name states, doesn’t have rifling grooves in the barrel to stabilize the lead ball. Accuracy is easily faltered by this at yardages of over forty yards. Whatever happened…I missed!

DSC_0004  I spent slightly more than two hours searching for any sign of a hit, or a downed deer. I concluded a miss.

October 21st found me out again. I saw fewer deer this morning. I spotted a deer in a spruce thicket. I lost sight quickly in the tangled tree tops and limbs. I still hunted along side, and spotted the doe in a deciduous woodlands that bordered the spruce growth. I shot and a deer moved down through the woods. I searched for over an hour with the same results as Monday’s hunt.  A miss! I always with thinking wonder if I did all I could do searching.

I hunted with my step father, Bob Miller on Thursday. We saw some deer. I almost shot a doe, but decided to not shoot for Bob’s benefit. We were home early for breakfast with my mother.

DSC_0003 Today was the day! early in the morning I heard a shot where Bob usually goes hunting. I had driven myself and parked along a road, and Bob was over on the other road. I didn’t know with certainty he would be hunting.

I found Bob in a field, and he quickly told me the story. We searched for over an hour, and found nothing. We spotted a deer walking through the dense crabapples; dogwoods and briars. We continued looking. Bob went one way as I headed towards the area where this deer had gone. I wanted to be sure this deer wasn’t hit by Bob’s shot. No blood!                                                                          DSC_0011

However, I looked up to see the deer moving out ahead of me at about thirty-five to forty yards. I identified it as a doe. The doe stopped. I had a small opening  to shoot through for the briars were thick. I held a tight aim and shot. I walked up and looked around. The doe was down at another forty yards. The shot had been true and humane.

DSC_0003 I used “Old Jacob” on this hunt. This is a style of flintlock rifle made in the 1780 era by Andrew Verner of Pennsylvania. It is a 50 caliber flinter. I have harvested a lot of deer with this firearm. Notice this gun is a rifle. This means the barrel has “rifling” in the barrel to stabilize the lead ball for better accuracy.

As I type this, Bob has returned to the woods to set a spell watching for deer!

 

Quehanna Adventure

DSC_0007 This week has things to do every evening for me except today. With that thought in mind I headed north to Quehanna trails for some serious hiking. This day was to be, also, a test to see how much I can do since my knee surgery.                                                    DSC_0005

I moved out this morning at about 5:15 to plan my arrival near 7:30 A.M. My plan worked out perfectly. I turned south at Medix Run, Pennsylvania searching for a trail to explore.  DSC_0008  DSC_0009

I began my first trail at about 7:20 in the morning while the fog still saturated the hollows.  I would soon reverse the plan when I realized the trail had some major wash out concerns. However, I did see a bull elk at close range. I stumbled for my camera only to miss the chance at getting this majestic creature at about forty yards.

I went over the hill to hike another trail. The trail began with some steep climbs until I reached the flat areas of the top. I debated whether I should be doing such a task this early since the knee surgery at times. I, also, wondered about how anybody would find me if I would get hurt or worse!                                        DSC_0018

Medix Run

Medix Run

The steep slopes consisted mostly maples thus not a good food source foe many animal species. However, once I reached to top (One hour and ten minutes.) Plenty of oak , and beech could be viewed. Immediately, I began to see, and hear chipmunks, and a couple of squirrels.    DSC_0019 DSC_0027

Eventually, I knew I needed to go over the steep slope to reach Medix Run watercourse. I knew plenty of great photos could be had way down over.  Here is where I made my mistake. The side was sleep. I fell at one point, and slipped and slid a couple of more times. This aggravated my knee.

DSC_0038 I finally made the trip to the Jeep at almost noon. I was dealing with some pain. I drove around to the Marion Brooks Natural Area. I was at this spot two years ago during a moderate rain. I became soaked that day. I wanted to take some  photos of the numerous white birch trees that are found on site.

DSC_0035  I didn’t walk very far. I crawled up on a rock and rested some before heading back to start the trip home.

All told I saw one bull elk; 1 deer (Two while traveling including a nice buck. I, also, saw a truck hit a doe. The deer came through underneath as I dodged hitting her. How sad. the trucker never tried to slow down.) I saw a flock of about 15-18 turkeys. The photos didn’t come out well.

Sunrises (Coast Trip 8)

DSC_0249  I promise you this is the last posting from the trip to Maine, lest you get tired of seeing the photos. I spent considerable morning time along the beach to witness sunrises, and explore.                                DSC_0264

Seashells, and the like were everywhere to see. The seaweed varieties were caught on the shore with low tide. The yellowish colors were attractive to see, but they were extremely slippery, especially when the many rocks were, also, wet.

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DSC_0273  Gulls; loons; ducks; cormorants, and herons were everywhere. They   DSC_0287began chattering while the darkness was still upon us all. They would drift slowly past me.                    DSC_0281

DSC_0288  I only saw one boat heading out to the bay during those early minutes.

She shells by the She shore!

She shells by the She shore!

DSC_0244 The community of Bar Harbor (Pronounced Ba Haba to native Mainers.) is located on Mount Desert island. It is along the shoreline, and bay areas. During the 1880’s this area had become populated with wealthy, and powerful people. Today, the community gears towards the tourism industry. of course, lobster fishermen abound here, too. (Lobster is pronounced lobsta by the local folks.)

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A great fire in 1947 destroyed much of the area. A large percentage of the community was lost due to this fire. Of course, Bar harbor has been rebuilt, and is thriving.

A friendly crow!

A friendly crow!

The lobster industry is visibly present everywhere. One will notice fishermen color-coded buoys scattered throughout the bay. The shorelines will show lobster traps here, and there. I actually ate my first lobster on this trip. I found the lobster good to the taste buds, but nothing that special over other kinds of seafood.                           DSC_0235

DSC_0157 Laurie, and I, walked the “Shore Path” to observe the bay area. The actually path that is along the shoreline is about three-quarters of a mile long. Additional path goes back, and around, the community.

 

Beached jellyfish

Beached jellyfish

Jellyfish

Jellyfish

We could see the Porcupine Islands as we strolled. We saw many gulls about, as well as, five purplish-colored jellyfish. Later, we found one on the shore as the tide had become low exposing more shoreline.

 

Low Tide

Low Tide

DSC_0164 The bay area was inundated with many boats, ships, and windjammers.  Some of which resembled eighteenth century ships.

 

Restaurant at night.

Restaurant at night.

DSC_0169What a view! Those words may best describe the sights from the area known as Cadillac Mountain. The vantage point allows for seeing distant islands, called the Porcupine Islands, and the Bar Harbor community, and port. Not to mention, the Atlantic ocean.

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This mountain was  named Green Mountain in past years.  In the early years of French exploration the area was considered part of New France. Those years covered 1534 to 1763.

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Since 1918, the mountain was named in honor of French explorer, Antoine …Cadillac. The name in reality is a long one. I chose to shorten it here!DSC_0174As previously stated, one can see forever on a clear day. We were lucky for the day was clear. Others visiting the mountain only see fog covering everything below them.                                                                           DSC_0176

The top of the mountain has many volcanic rocks exposed. they are granite with a pinkish hue. I read the pink color comes from pink feldspar particles imbedded in the granite.DSC_0173Vegetation was mostly spruce trees with some birch scattered among them. Other short shrubs were set about the rocks wherever seeds could take hold and grow.

Cadillac Mountain is part of over twenty mountains on Mount Desert Island. This site is on an island, and is part of the Acadia National Park.

 

 

DSC_0216 The Acadia National Park offers many beautiful sites to see. This area of the park is on an island known as Mount Desert Island. Maine is not known as a mountainous state, but there are impressive highlands on the island and nearby country. In fact, because of the clear weather we witnessed we could see a lone mountain on the mainland over a hundred miles away.                                                        DSC_0212

DSC_0208  One of the sites we saw is known as Thunder Hole. This place is  DSC_0187named because of the results of thunderous waves being compressed within a cavern-like rocky area. As the waves recede it cause a vacuum of air in the cavern causing  the sound of a distant clap of thunder.

Unfortunately, the waves were not that big as we watched, and the thunder was weak. On a day of waves the water here may reach heights of forty feet.

DSC_0192  Occasionally rouge waves occur. People getting too close have been washed to sea. A loss of life can happen, and has happened, in the event of the rogue waves.                              DSC_0190

Huge rock outcroppings are visible all around the Thunder Hole area. They are known as Otter Cliffs. Some of these cliffs top a hundred and ten feet in height. They were beautiful to see

I was fortunate with photos since the lowering sun was creating darkened shadows of contrast. I hope you enjoy a few of the photos included here.

Portland Head Light

Portland Head Light

Laurie, and I, visited the Portland Head Light while traveling in Maine. I never heard this wording before, since I call them light houses. This one has supplied light in the harbor for over 200 years old, and the structure was built in the end of the eighteenth century.                        DSC_0072

The lighthouse was originally built at fifty feet tall. Later, it was added to, and reached 80 feet  in height.

DSC_0074  The completion of the lighthouse occurred in 1791. This happened after George Washington, in 1790, authorized $1500.00 to have it completed. Earlier funding of $750.00 wasn’t enough to built the lighthouse.                                        DSC_0087

DSC_0079 Interestingly, the first lighting was supplied with whale oil.  DSC_0080

The building around the lighthouse was completed in 1891.

Another lighthouse in distance.

Another lighthouse in distance.

DSC_0093   Rocky outcrops jut out into the bay creating some beautiful contrasts, and photo opportunity. Gull would land to rest on these rocks. We saw some dolphins in the water, but I failed to be fast enough for any photos.