Q: What do people from Georgia, Rhode Island, Iowa, Colorado, Wisconsin, California, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania and New Jersey know that you don’t?
A: They know that Sabbathday Lake Shaker Village in New Gloucester is an amazing place. There were people at Shaker Village from each of those states, as well as England, on the October morning we visited.
In order to beat the whitetail deer you’ve got to have an edge. They’re out there, in the woods 24/7. They are intimately familiar with their surroundings and well equipped for survival with their keen eyes, ears and noses. And it’s that nose, more than anything, that will signal your presence more often than not. Fortunately, there are ways to counter that factor.
In the early 1980s, my mother and I bought my father a Thompson Center Hawken .50 caliber for Christmas, a percussion-cap muzzle-loader that looked like Robert Redford’s rifle in the 1972 movie, Jeremiah Johnson.
ALBION — It was the opportunity every hunter wants. Late in the afternoon Nov. 12, a buck wandered onto an open field in Albion and paused below a nearby hunting blind.
Central Maine Power has begun construction on a new 39-mile, $33 million transmission line, which customers will partly pay for.
The schools were graded on criteria such as campus tobacco policies, the availability of tobacco-cessation information, bans on tobacco distribution and divestment of tobacco investments.
The firearms season officially ends half-an-hour before sunset today. The state issued 26,390 hunting permits this year.
The sides reached an agreement Saturday to end the 149-day lockout and hope to begin the delayed season Christmas day.
AUGUSTA — For 18 years one man became the face of Maine’s biggest sportsmen’s organizations. And that face was ever-present in the State House. Now the face of the Sportsman’s Alliance of Maine, if new executive director David Trahan has his way, will be of children outside ice shacks, hunting in the woods and casting at youth-only ponds.
Standing atop the old stone tower on the summit of Douglas Mountain this week, I was struck by the number of options before me. To the northwest I could spot a handful of Maine’s western mountains, along with the ghost of Mount Washington in the distance. To the east, late-season kayakers paddled on Sebago Lake. Beyond Sebago, cars streamed to Portland and Maine’s coast.
