BANGOR DAILY NEWS • December 6, 2021
In November, the north woods are the venue for modern bloodsport where the ancient rite of killing your own food is capped by nights at camp. I believe strongly that the typical hunter is an ideal steward of the land. But I prefer the quiet ambience of the north woods in the season following that of blaze orange and Mossy Oak. When the freezers are stocked and the anxious ungulates have receded to the depths of the wild, and most evidence of man or beast has been blanketed in December snowfall, is when I take to the trails. ~ Anthony Emerson