I was going to take my old portable garage down when a robin started getting upset. I watched where she was going and seen she had a nest with three eggs in the door. Guess the garage is going to stay up for awhile.
Join us as we canoe and fish our way down river. From chasing fish, to bears and moose chasing me.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Hooter The Owl
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Hooter the Owl |
It was March 13,2013 when I was talking to Chad on the phone. He said, he seen some tuffs of hair sticking above the snow. He first thought it was bob cat in his driveway but a second look determined it was Great Horned Owl that didn't seem to be able to fly. I jumped in the truck and headed to Chad's. Trying to catch the beautiful bird was a challenge because we were worried about our fingers and he could run on the deep snow faster then we could.
Knowing he would need some professional help if he was to survive, we called the animal rescue in Sackville, N.B. Before the staff member got there, Chad and I had already named him Hooter and we were already attached to the magnificent animal. After the staff member from animal rescue arrived, the three of us were able to get him cornered and Chad with heavy gloves, managed to get hold of him. We pet him and tried to keep him calm; he did not trying to bite us or struggle away. The animal rescue put him in a box and took him to the animal shelter.
Over the next day or two we kept calling checking on him. It didn't take animal rescue long to determine he was malnutrition and started him on I.V.
A couple of days past and our attempt to save the beautiful creature was ill-fated. Hooter passed away! Yes it was ashamed. The spraying of the forest and reduced habitat is not helping matters, but but it happens all the time in nature and the hard winter challenged the survival off many animals. R.I.P Hooter for your struggles are now over!
Friday, March 1, 2013
The last 6 years
My previous fishing group fell apart since Marvin's death. Life took us separate ways, Denis C is out west and Demien is somewhere in Fredericton.
Life has it's ways of taking and giving back and fortunately I was recently given the best three fishing friends a guy could have.
Friends and co workers of 15 years namely Chad, Denis D and Aaron are blessed to share several fishing excursions a season. This year's plans are shaping up all ready. We applied for a crown waters draw and planning a 3 day canoe and fishing trip down the Cains River which is the biggest tributary of the Miramichi system.
We mostly fish the Miramichi river systems. I also take trips to my homelands in Cape Breton Nova Scotia where my mother and I fishing countless amount of days from as long back as I can remember. Moms favourite pools is Harris Pool on the Baddeck river. At certain times of year the trout fishing was good but most days we went more to enjoy the trans that the smooth flowing river put us in. Now when fishing Harris's my brothers, sisters and I all have a strong since of nostalgia and a flood of memories. These fishing memories with mother will hold me in her arms for ever. Man I miss the old girl.
Life has it's ways of taking and giving back and fortunately I was recently given the best three fishing friends a guy could have.
Friends and co workers of 15 years namely Chad, Denis D and Aaron are blessed to share several fishing excursions a season. This year's plans are shaping up all ready. We applied for a crown waters draw and planning a 3 day canoe and fishing trip down the Cains River which is the biggest tributary of the Miramichi system.
We mostly fish the Miramichi river systems. I also take trips to my homelands in Cape Breton Nova Scotia where my mother and I fishing countless amount of days from as long back as I can remember. Moms favourite pools is Harris Pool on the Baddeck river. At certain times of year the trout fishing was good but most days we went more to enjoy the trans that the smooth flowing river put us in. Now when fishing Harris's my brothers, sisters and I all have a strong since of nostalgia and a flood of memories. These fishing memories with mother will hold me in her arms for ever. Man I miss the old girl.
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