03-20-10
After wrapping up numerous honey do's on Saturday, Bay and I set out to camp.
Our first stop was to fill up at the spring at the base of the mountain.
We arrived about 5PM. There was no walk on the mountain today. I had the leaf blower in the truck. My mission was to get rid of last years leaves and see how the grass I planted last September was doing. I finished up at dark. Bay and I turned in early to get a jump on our planned daybreak walk up the mountain.
03-21-10
After a couple cups of java Bay and I were on the trail up the mountain at 0550. We made it to our listening spot right on time. Too bad the turkeys and owls didn't show up. I could hear two mountains from the listening spot. The only thing we heard were crows, geese and a frustrated hawk.
So Bay and I climbed Camp Mountain up to the flats to check on any recent scratchings.
The mountain was naked of turkey sign. Same thing this time last year. Where ever the winter flock is they haven't come home to the mountain yet.
Dick arrived at 0900. It was time for a fresh pot of coffee and a bacon and eggs breakfast. I don't get to see Dick too often. We spent a couple hours just getting caught up.
After breakfast the work began. I am proud to say we accomplished every chore I had set my goal on for this weekend.
We started by cleaning out some old dead pine limbs. Then a little edge pruning
From there we did a little clear cutting of the small pines and whips that had taken over the back lawn. After the land was cleared we blew the leaves off and let the soil once again breathe the fresh Maine mountain air.
Man did we work up a sweat. It felt good. From there we set about with some minor camper upgrades. It was good to have a mechanic on hand. Who needs directions.
After a short break I settled into some camper cleaning and dish washing. Dick liked the view of the mountain my BIL and I had made a few weeks earlier and decided he was going to continue opening up the back forty.
Thank you Dick for your time and effort. Those mountain gobblers will not forget.
And before you knew it it was 6PM and time to head south. As we stood and gazed at the mountains we can see from camp I showed Dick the Log Pile Field where I shot my Maine Bird last year.
I am blessed to have such a good friend and landlord. After all those years of humping the local hills God has put me in the middle of my happy hunting grounds.
Thanks Val !!
Till next time.