I spent last week in northern Maine guiding grouse hunters at Libby Camps. I enjoy the chance to spend time in remote country. The dogs seem to like it as well even though they arrived home exhausted. After a couple of days off they are sitting at the kennel gates waiting patiently to go again.
The weather this week has been glorious; cool crystal clear blue skies and fall color everywhere. I wonder why Maine is not too busy for words during this stretch of perfect weather and outstanding beauty. I use this time to cut and split our firewood for the coming winter and enjoy the work even if it is tiring after my easy summer of riding around in a boat.
There has been a marked change in the weather over the last week. Fall is here for sure. A jacket is a must on every morning fishing trip, we have had the first fires in woodstove, but we still the days are warm and sunny with crystal clear blue skies. The maple leaves are turning red in the wet places near ponds and along the river. My schedule slows as fewer folks are traveling in September than there were last summer and this week I am spending more time in the woods working with the dogs in preparation for the upland bird season.
