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Our Actions and
Reactions - Part VI
By A. Sayward Lamb
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One year I was invited to
go deer hunting for a week in early November. The
destination was Richard Bean's camp, located at
Northwest Cove, across from Seboomook, on Moosehead
Lake. In order to reach his camp, we had to cross that
arm of the lake by boat. There were six of us in the
party. In order to transport all the provisions, I
brought my fourteen-foot Lonestar boat and outboard
motor. Richard (Dick) Bean had his own boat already at
the lake, which he used to transport all us fellows,
along with some of our personal items.
We left Seboomook, and it took only a few minutes before
we arrived at the dock where Dick’s camp is located.
Earlier, we had launched and loaded up my boat with many
of the provisions we would need for our week's stay at
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Harlan Abbott, was the pilot of my boat, and after all
the provisions were loaded, there were only a few inches
of freeboard left. I quizzed Harlan to find out if he
felt safe going across the lake with the boat being so
heavily loaded. He assured me that he would go slow and
since the lake was very calm, he felt there should be no
problems.
Dick's camp was in a beautiful location, sitting well
above the waterline, with a view that extended down the
lake for several miles, as far as Mt. Kineo. At that
time, the nearest logging road was three miles north of
the camp, so this was really a nice quiet spot. About
all we heard during the week we were there, were the
sounds of Mother Nature, such as the waves smashing upon
the rocky shoreline and the wind blowing through the
trees – along with the calls of chick-a-dees, crows, or
other birds. By nightfall we were all settled in and
ready for a good night’s rest before hunting the next
day.
We awoke early the next morning and after breakfast
headed out to hunt the area behind camp, in search of
deer. During the week, we found that deer in that area
were scarce and very elusive, but we had other wildlife
to entertain us.
It didn't take long for us to notice that Canada jays
were following us as we still-hunted through the woods.
Several of us had a small box of raisins that we munched
on occasionally. We held some raisins in the palm of our
hands when the birds flew down beside us. It only took a
short time before the jays became less timid and
eventually would take raisins out of the palm of an open
hand.
Sometimes when some of us would sit quietly holding our
rifles across our lap, a Canada jay would land right on
the rifles barrel, apparently looking for more raisins.
When they had several raisins in their beak, they would
fly off and stash them away in the crotch of a tree for
later use. In a few minutes they would return. If we
moved to another location the Canada jay would follow
us, and sit close by, looking for more handouts of
raisins. This didn't get us any deer but it was a fun
and an entertaining way to pass the time.
One afternoon, I was sitting on a stump, resting my
legs. Nearby was a large pine tree. I was pleasantly
surprised when I saw three pine martins come into view
among the lower branches of the tree, about seventy-five
feet away. For me, at least, this was a most unusual
sight, because I had never seen pine martins up this
close - neither had I ever seen more than one at a time.
Those
three martins were all about the same size and had a
lighter honey-brown coloration than any pine martins I
had ever seen before. This made me believe they may have
been from the same litter.
Once I discovered where the pine matins were located, I
spent several hours on two different days, quietly
sitting nearby studying them. They seemed a bit timid
and I noticed I had to remain very still. If I moved at
all those three beautiful animals went scurrying up the
pine tree and out of sight. I was surprised to discover
that they seldom came down to the ground. I suppose they
felt safer being up off the ground. Anyway, it was an
experience that I will never forget.
Even though none of us got a deer, we all agreed, being
at that beautiful spot, along with the interesting
wildlife, made this trip very eventful and interesting.
Copyright 2006©A.
Sayward Lamb
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