Comments for: Balance needed in Maine woods

Ah, November in rural Maine. Rising well before light, the smell of eggs and bacon and coffee brewing, the gathering of gun, red and black plaid wool coat, blaze-orange hats and vests, and heading out to a bitter cold pickup truck to head to the woods. Read More
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