02-18-12
Started out this weekend ice fishing with a few buddies on a secluded Maine pond. The ice was anywhere from eight to ten inches thick. Bay is an excellent ice fisherdog. When a flag would go up she would be the first in line to the trap.
She likes to get close to the action.

The biggest fish of the day was this 19" bronze-back. We guesstimated it to be four plus pounds before Jim released it.

I left the pan-fish bonanza about 12:30 while those guys were filling the ice with white and yellow perch in about thirty feet of water. I got a text later that just said..."fish fry".
From the lake we traveled to camp. It was time to open up for the season. One noticeable thing we found when we arrived was no snow on the roof. This is a mild winter indeed.
02-19-12
At 0545 and 15 degrees I stepped out of camp and gave a couple owl hoots to the mountain. In about ten minutes over the sound of coffee brewing in the pot two barred owls started talking from the camp yard. That is the official opening day song of Maine Turkey Season 2012. I met my BIL at the country store for a hearty breakfast at 0700. We were fueling up for some firewood bucking and tree trimming. Back at camp enjoying another cup of java I happened to look out the window and two mature gobblers walked right through the camp yard. Both were shooters. I hope to view them again down the barrel of my Encore during the season. The first one in line had a huge chest and I would speculate 20 + pounds. Those kind of sightings don't happen often. Time to play the lottery.
The saying "work smarter not harder" is getting more of my attention these days. I love to hunt Maine mountain gobblers but I am not getting any younger and those mountains seem to be getting steeper. With the woods around camp being four wheeler friendly I broke down for a smarter tool.
And Bay found a new ride.

Welcome to Sampson's Bay 2012.
Started out this weekend ice fishing with a few buddies on a secluded Maine pond. The ice was anywhere from eight to ten inches thick. Bay is an excellent ice fisherdog. When a flag would go up she would be the first in line to the trap.
She likes to get close to the action.

The biggest fish of the day was this 19" bronze-back. We guesstimated it to be four plus pounds before Jim released it.

I left the pan-fish bonanza about 12:30 while those guys were filling the ice with white and yellow perch in about thirty feet of water. I got a text later that just said..."fish fry".
From the lake we traveled to camp. It was time to open up for the season. One noticeable thing we found when we arrived was no snow on the roof. This is a mild winter indeed.
02-19-12
At 0545 and 15 degrees I stepped out of camp and gave a couple owl hoots to the mountain. In about ten minutes over the sound of coffee brewing in the pot two barred owls started talking from the camp yard. That is the official opening day song of Maine Turkey Season 2012. I met my BIL at the country store for a hearty breakfast at 0700. We were fueling up for some firewood bucking and tree trimming. Back at camp enjoying another cup of java I happened to look out the window and two mature gobblers walked right through the camp yard. Both were shooters. I hope to view them again down the barrel of my Encore during the season. The first one in line had a huge chest and I would speculate 20 + pounds. Those kind of sightings don't happen often. Time to play the lottery.
The saying "work smarter not harder" is getting more of my attention these days. I love to hunt Maine mountain gobblers but I am not getting any younger and those mountains seem to be getting steeper. With the woods around camp being four wheeler friendly I broke down for a smarter tool.
And Bay found a new ride.

Welcome to Sampson's Bay 2012.

















