Saturday, January 3, 2015

A Year In The Life - Day 227, January 3, 2015

A shot from the frozen (quite literally) winterscape today.  Dang, it was cold out there...

Friday, January 2, 2015

A Year In The Life - Day 226, January 2, 2015

What do you get when you have a warm rainy week followed by highs in the negatives?...If you're a trapper, you get this...frozen traps, and stolen bait.  :D


Thursday, January 1, 2015

A Year In The Life - Day 225, January 1, 2015

Happy New Year!!  The beast lives!! Resurrected from its icy swim roughly a week ago, it is now back in action:


Wednesday, December 31, 2014

A Year In The Life - Day 224, December 31, 2014

The successful porcupine hunter.  This fellow would make either a nice stew, or a pile of bait.  Doesn't matter which, as long as you're careful in preparing it either way.  :)

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

A Year In The Life - Day 223, December 30, 2014

Today's image is from out on the 'line - of which there will be lots to come.  This burl has got to be the largest I have ever seen.  It is nearly five feet in height and is as wide as it looks here all the way around.  Sure wish there was a way to get it out of the woods, it would be awesome to work with.  Of course you would have a little trouble throwing it around in the shop too once you got it there... :)


Monday, December 29, 2014

A Year In The Life - Day 222, December 29, 2014

Today we have Warren playing king of the hill :)  His Grand-Aunt Esther would be proud! :)

It was a 'long slog' up there... :)

Sunday, December 28, 2014

A Year In The Life - Day 221, December 28, 2014

"What the heck is this?" ...you ask?  It is the frost crystals forming at the entrance to a mouse hole.  A well-used one...all those crystals mean a whole-lotta mouse breath coming out that hole...  Pretty cool when you stop to notice the small stuff while you are out in the great wide open.  (note below)

In this pic the hole from above is at lower right, semi-hidden behind the grass.  You can see the trail leading from the hole to the nearest tree and back again.  They have gone back and forth so many times the little tracks are well trenched into the crusty snow, each time stepping in the same prints.