Every month in our great state of Maine is unique for what it provides to those of us who prefer to spend our time outdoors with each month having a distinct...

Many couples have a “meet-cute” story about how their relationship began and in honor of the 30th anniversary of our wedding, Chris and I would like to share...

From the age of seven until I moved away after college, I lived with my mother, stepfather Bill, and my two sisters (and eventually a half-brother) in a litt...

Having grown up on a lake in a town full of lakes, ice fishing was just another thing we did as kids in the winter time. It was really no different than buil...

I sat with the clipboard on my knee, pen poised over a nearly-completed sentence, trying to think of the right words to finish my thought. I heard a strange,...

For a kid growing up in Maine, the possibilities for outdoor fun were nearly endless. After my parents were divorced when I was six, I moved away from Crocke...

Hunched beneath the ancient spruce, I settled the rifle on my boot and leaned back to wait. My first walk here, the year Grampa died, Dad spoke the words tha...

Chris and I are truly fortunate that we have a circle of friends whose company we enjoy and upon whom we can rely to help out when we need a hand. And we are...

I remember being excited when I found out I was going to have a little brother, but I also remember how mad I was that he arrived on the day and time that he...

When we bought the first forty acres of what is now the 96-acre Crocker Family Forest, the kids were still little. We bought the land in the winter and liked...

When Chris and I first started going out, way back in 1985, it was only natural that I decided that she needed to go hunting with me. But of course, even tho...

I’ve seen a lot of interesting things in the Maine woods. In fact, some things have been so unusual, at least in the perspective of what is normally seen, th...

Anyone who has followed my Facebook page (or now my blog) knows that I spend lots of time outdoors. I’ve always been drawn to the woods, to explore and play ...

It’s only ankle deep If you spend enough time in the woods, especially with a good friend, you’ll accumulate a lot of memories. Here is one of my fondest mem...

Mouse is gone. Today, he didn’t creep from the fir bough pile to snatch the raisins I left for him before I climbed into my perch overlooking the clover fiel...

On 9/11 in 2001, I was the Assistant Academic Dean and Director of Grants at EMCC and was scurrying around campus collecting the last bits of data I needed f...

I’ve been dreading this day all summer. All spring and summer too, if I’m honest with myself. Scout has been progressively getting weaker to the point that i...