Since it is turkey hunting season here in Maine, I seized an opportuity to show up the turkey hunters when I saw a turkey eating last year’s corn across the street from my house. I wanted to prove just how stupid these birds really are by calling it into shooting range from my front yard. Now […]
Let me tell you how my son’s first deer hunt went. I want to warn you that our guide for the day, fellow blogger John Floyd, and my son William will try to tell you something different. Let me assure you that everything I am about to tell you is entirely accurate. I swear it’s […]
I believe that everybody should get up close and personal with their food at least once. It is something I have always tried to teach my son. We have grown food in a garden and collected eggs from our hens, and we have caught fish. Most recently, my son […]
October 1st was a perfect day for a boy’s first hunting trip ever. The sun was out, and it was warm. Intermittent clouds kept it from being too warm. While the start of the day was later than I would have liked, it didn’t really matter. I was going hunting. With my son. And we […]
I will admit that I have a hard time reading legal jargon, and proposed laws. Question 3 that will be on Maine’s ballot this November is written pretty clearly, and I have read it a few times. I admit that what it does say tends to get lost in translation for me in a few […]
(Please be advised. I am NOT employed by Bangor Daily News. Bangor Daily News has provided me with blog space. The folks at Bangor Daily News and their advertisers are not always going to see things the same way as I do. And the same can be said about me, and the folks who […]
Ticks! I hate them! Vile little critters. They crawl up your body looking for a cozy place to dig in and sip your blood. You might feel them crawling along, but when you scratch, they flatten themselves out, and you pass right over them! It used to be that you could go into the woods every […]
My mother, Beverly VanBuren wrote this poem for me back in the 1980’s when I was a young gunner. I loved it so much that memorized it, and to this day can recall it with ease, and as I recall the words, I can see the images, as if from a movie in my mind… […]
A short while ago I shared some tips on how I have dealt with problem skunks. I had mentioned them to be pretty docile, and said that to the best of my knowledge I had never lost any chickens to them. That all changed a few hours after I had gone to bed last night. […]
I got up at 6:00 am yesterday morning, and apparently there was some truth after all to the blood moon heralding in the “END OF TIMES!!!” because there was the sound of non stop gunfire coming from the direction of Newport…either that, or it was the opening day of duck hunting season, 2015, and the […]
I grew up in Bath, Maine in an upper lower class family with 3 step sisters, a step brother, and a little sister. After high school I spent 3 years serving in the USAF at Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage AK. I've competed in, and won, demolition derbies. I've competed in, and never won, stock car races. I am the 47-year-old father of an 11-year-old boy who is pretty sure he is smarter than I ever was. We live on a little less than an acre of land in a 1973 mobile home in Stetson with my wife Jen, some cats, a few chickens, and rabbits, and a couple of goats. I hunt, fish, camp out, dabble in photography, gardening, and I cook in variable degrees of near success.
