The snow was melting and dropping off the branches and leaves.  I had been in the stand for only a few minutes when I heard a deer walking off to my right.  It was one deer and too dark to know if it was a doe or buck.  Maybe it was the crotch...

Friends of mine from high school put together a film about fishing in northern Maine and following one man in particular. Check out the trailer here. Or, it might be easier to go to their blog at http://hardwaterdocumentary.blogspot.com/ and check them out. Really...

I watched the crack in my windshield grow slightly as the heater kicked on.  It was still dark and the temperature gauge read 27 degrees.  I took a sip of coffee and exhaled; it was a perfect September morning to go bear hunting. I met Bill Dereszewski,...