Consider rural Maine and the intrusion into the pursuit of life and liberty that comes from forcing wind turbines onto the landscape. The following photos and information was provided to me by Albert Ladd who lives in the area where these wind turbines have been erected.

In the Roxbury/Byron area, 22 wind turbines have been installed on Record Hill. Record Hill sits east of Ellis Pond and Southeast of Little Ellis or Garland Pond. Garland Pond has approximately 70+ summer camps that sit mostly on the northern end of the pond. Now many of those camp owners will be able to see some or all of the 22 turbines on Record Hill.

The first photograph below shows Ellis Pond and Little Ellis Pond. The Red line to the east of Ellis Pond is the line of 22 wind turbines. If you look closely, on the northern end of Little Ellis Pond, you’ll see a red splotch or an arrow-looking mark. This is the location the photographer, Ladd, was standing when he took the second photograph below.

Notice also on the Google map, a straight yellow line that runs near the north end of Record Hill and also intersects the northern part of Ellis Pond. That line is the town line of Roxbury, Maine and Byron, Maine. The Town of Byron voted out any wind turbines, Roxbury did not. In addition, the camp owners of Little Ellis Pond voted against wind turbines and now see what they have to stare at when they are at their camps.

Laughably, in an email from the MDIFW, I received notice that the department has a new service where those interested can sign up to receive email alerts. In addition, you can be selective as to what kind of alerts you would like to have sent to your inbox. And these selections appear to be quite specific.

If you are interested go to THIS WEBSITE and register. Takes a matter of seconds.

Tom Remington

Such was the case this day. I was on a relatively gentle sloping hardwood ridge with a southern exposure. Being a relatively cool day, often deer will find a spot to lay down and warm themselves in the glow of the late autumn sun. South-facing hardwood ridges is ideal.

As you can see in the photo, the young beech and scrub oak leaves were still clinging earnestly to their hosts making the site distance for hunting, poor at best.

As I stood on a long finger of land among the young beech trees, standing before me was this white birch tree. What caught my eye was the blackish growth, one on each side of the tree. My first and short impression was it might be a small black bear cub or two.

It wasn’t. Turns out it’s some growth that stands out on a white-barked tree. To help put size into perspective, the birch tree at the point where the growth begins, I would estimate was about 14 or 15 inches in diameter.

Photo by Tom Remington

In short, these two guys ended up between a rock and hard place. On the power line, after a foot of snow had fallen a day or two before, these guys descended a pretty steep hill and couldn’t get back up over it after they discovered the large water hole at the bottom.

After giving it some thought, they decided if they just kept moving, they could get across. Didn’t happen. Two guys from hunting camp happened along, and with the aid of two-way radios and cellphones, the posse arrived to haul them out.

They were happy!

Milt Inman photo

Milt Inman photo

However, I have known Milt for many years and when he tells me he saw something and describes what he saw, I don’t question it.

This photo was taken somewhere (I ain’t telling) in Western/Northwestern Maine. As Milt describes in the photo, the tracks were 5-inches wide and 5-inches long. I talked with Milt’s son on Skype one night recently, who was with him when he took the photo, about the track. He told me there was about 18-20 inches between steps. If the track is 5 inches long, then judging the distance between tracks seems to agree with 18-20 inches.

Neither Milt nor his son are “expert” observers but both felt reasonably sure the tracks could have been left by a mountain lion.

If only I could find a match!

Milt Inman photo

Ah! Yes! Let there be fire!

Milt Inman photo

As an aside, if you notice carefully in the second photo that there are differently colored “tube steaks” on the fire. One appears brownish and the other two red. For those who are unaware, Maine is one of few, if not the only state, left that permits the sale and consumption of hotdogs cased using red dye – that nasty dye that could kill somebody if they ate it. But let’s not talk about what’s inside the hotdog, Okay?

Tom Remington

I am not very much of an Aldo Leopold fan, nor am I much of an idealist as are most fans of Leopold, Muir, Roosevelt and others.

When hunting in the woods, as I did this past November, early on, even though much of the terrain I cover is the same terrain I and others like me and those before have tread, I sometimes desire to escape to a fool’s paradise, imagining I am some place no man has ever been.

One day I reached a place. It was ever quiet. The sky was deep blue, a light breeze and seasonably warm was the air. Nature’s breath smelled earthen, full of rot at times blended with brief whiffs of sweet fern. In the distance I distinguished the bubbling and crackling of a brook. Dead leaves would drift lazily to the ground as the gentle and yet invisible zephyrs took control, seemingly to steer the leaves where God could best make use of them.

I must be there. I must have reached that happiness that exudes when a man believes he has stood where no man has mounted before.

Okay! This is all made up stuff. None of this really happened but I was surprised when I reached a place where I knew few, if any, hunters probably made their way only to discover perched on a small rock just to my side was an apple core. Judging from the picture, it hadn’t been there too long as some of the apple still appeared white and the elements hadn’t taken the fruit from its lofty perch.

Sometimes we can be just as surprised with what we see as what we don’t.

Photo by Tom Remington

I received information about Fred Goodwin the first time from a friend, a reader and contributor of the Black Bear Blog, Richard Paradis. I would like to share some of the things he shared with me as I know they will also enrich your life.

Photo taken by Nani Paradis

Fred was coauthor of a book called, “The Art of Deer and Bear Hunting”. Below is a scan of the book’s cover provided by Richard Paradis.

Fred Goodwin signing copies of his book at age 100.

Photo taken by Nani Paradis

May you rest in peace!

Photo by Tom Remington

Truth or fiction? The nest was inactive and as Maine bees nests go, I wouldn’t call this particular one very large. And Mainers shouldn’t expect a lot of snow.

It seems that in the area where we have hunted for over 50 years, the deer population is still very sparse at best which leaves more time to explore and take photos of things we see. More photos will follow.