Tag Archives: Moose

Getting Outside This Spring

 

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Male cardinal getting some sun out back

 

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A pair of moose checking out Route 3 in Pittsburg, and a nice couple from Pennsylvania up in NH to see some moose

 

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Mom always said to look both ways before crossing

 

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This moose in behind some trees made sure I wasn’t any threat and then continued snacking

 

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A good looking moose comes up out of the water hole

 

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A close up catches the drops of water around the mouth of the moose

 

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This moose was in the northern portion of Errol, between Bear Brook and Long Pond

 

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This little rabbit kept hopping in and out of the brush while I was nearby, but it always came back out to be seen

 

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In the Pontook Reservoir, this loon swam close to where I sat before diving and swimming off to parts unknown

 

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These birches stand at the edge of a water hole famous for moose sightings each spring

 

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Bear Brook leading in to the Pontook Reservoir in Dummer, NH

 

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While walking out in the woods on an old logging road, I came across this scene

 

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This bull would cross the road every time trucks passed through then would come back across to continue his snacking

 

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These massive animals get through tight spots with ease, power, and speed

 

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This big guy doesn’t appear to be afraid of anything

 

Conn. Lake

First Connecticut Lake as the sun sets behind me

 

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Wooded Place

I wrote this because when I walk these woods my mind is at ease and thoughts flow more easily, carrying their own tune. This little story captures walks in those woods from my own real perspective. Upon seeing the picture, a request for some words came in, so I wrote this after noon.

Wooded Place

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There’s a wooded place where I like to go
I walk this place even in rain and snow

The sounds of this place please my ears
Quiet, or wind, and birds that often appear

Sight lines here exist only from above
Effort required to see the beauty I love

There’s a trail but in places it’s hard to find
I don’t mind if I wander, so does my mind

Then I see some movement freezing my stride
Looking at the brush where grouse go to hide

Without warning a white-tail I barely could see
Bounds through the forest just as easy as could be

I moved slowly through soft, deep snow and growth
The workout was good but the silence I love most

The trail then opens and I glimpsed the sky
A pair of eagles in training caught my eye

The river nearby I spot ducks and a goose
Having left the bog where I’ve seen many a moose

Finishing the loop I see the dash of a bobtail
Gone in a flash I finish this loop of a trail

Returning to the lot where I parked the car
Reality rushed back where it had seemed so far

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Colebrook Cabin Trip

Once in a while I am fortunate enough to “get away from it all” and escape to the north woods of NH. This weekend was one such time. For 30 or so hours I had a place to stay, no agenda, and the entire North Country to play in. It did rain and/or snow for the entire time I was up there but I tried to make the best use of this gifted time, which meant getting into the woods, even in the rain and snow.

I encountered more animals than I could get pictures of, including Deer, Turkeys, Ruffed Grouse, Canadian Geese, various Ducks, Bald Eagles, Hawks, Rabbits, and a Bobcat.

In my treks through the woods I only was on one trail and that was the Magalloway River Trail. The rest of the time I made my own trail through very thick brush and forest. It rained, it snowed, and everything in the forest was wet, including me. I also found myself knee-deep in snow several times, and on a couple of occasions I was in snow up to my belt buckle. Needless to say, I was soaked on both days I hiked.

Finally, after years of owning my camera, I finally tried out the timer function. I took some pictures of myself for the time, along Coon Brook in Pittsburg. I stacked several rocks in a pile, using the flat rocks on top to make my own camera stand. It seemed to work just fine.

A loon enjoys some of the open water on the Magalloway River

A loon enjoys some of the open water on the Magalloway River

Woods along the Magalloway River Trail

Woods along the Magalloway River Trail

A Common Merganser takes flight over a still forzen section of the Magalloway River

A Common Merganser takes flight over a still frozen section of the Magalloway River

Winter still holds on here, even in the last week of April

Winter still holds on here, even in the last week of April

The Mohawk River just west of where the West and East branches of the river meet

The Mohawk River just west of where the West and East branches of the river meet, just below the Colebrook Cabin

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An early morning panorama of Lake Francis in Pittsburg

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Another look at Lake Francis in Pittsburg

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Fresh snowfall is apparent while looking north on Route. 3 in Pittsburg

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Third Connecticut Lake, 4-27-14

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This wintry scene looks more like December than late April

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Even staring right at me, it’s sometimes hard to find the moose in a picture

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Moose close up, kind of

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A remote section of Coon Brook which feeds into First Connecticut Lake

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One of the widest, open sections I found along Coon Brook

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There were several areas of knee-high to waist-high snow that I encountered while following Coon Brook

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Yours truly, soaked and figuring out the timer on my camera, while a Ruffed Grouse making a minor disturbance grabbed my attention

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Another moose along Moose Alley in Pittsburg

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My moose friend comes in for a closer look

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I thoroughly enjoyed my hike along Cascade Brook in Dixville Notch

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More of Cascade Brook which cuts through some very rugged, untamed country

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Some of the walls climb straight up 50 or more feet from Cascade Brook

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Flume Brook meets Cascade Brook, which then makes Clear Stream I believe

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This is me sitting on a fallen tree that spans Coon Brook in Pittsburg, NH

In search of silence

I walk, in search of silence, somewhere near this place.
I pause and stare at beauty absent of human trace.
 
Stopped, I listen, hoping only to hear the snow fall.
Maybe the breeze as it gently teases the trees so tall.
 
Then the silence breaks, as a squirrel sounds his alert.
I smile, as I trod, in their space, wishing none to hurt.
 
The tracks below belong to the animals living here.
There’s proof of rabbit, fox, squirrel, bobcat, and deer.
 
I carve a place in the snow to sit neath an old hemlock tree.
I rest, I listen while watching this silent world around me.
 
The angles that branches make, years of running to light.
Nearby, the shredded layers of a sapling, an interesting sight.
 
In the hollow of an old oak, I see the cache still not concealed.
Distant, I strain to see through the thickness of limbs, a field.
 
Content with the cold falling around, I enjoy the seconds in full.
I breathe, and wish to see my dear, the moose, even a bull.
 
Minutes pile up but for once that is fine, for I’m at peace.
I pull drifting thoughts back to this tree, wishing it never cease.
 
Leaning on the bark, my eyes close, soon I’m half asleep.
Stirred by the inquisitive song of a black-capped chickadee.
 
Clearing a spot, I circle stones and prepare for a blaze.
Everything set, I get a flame, and into the fire I gaze.
 
At ease, warm, and alone, in silence, an old pine knot pops.
The wind seeks attention, as snow gently falls from the fir tops.
 
My bed of boughs shields the damp cold of the melting snow.
Cosy, I write, and think of all places, this is where I would go.
 
Light fades from the afternoon sky, and the cool gets cold.
I stoke the fire, and watch as a young deer, ponders bold.

Night falls and I wander a few paces to the hardwoods nearby.
I stop to stare up at the clear beauty of the starlit winter sky.
 
Camp fortified, warmth lingers long enough, shadows grow.
I wonder what is watching me as I huddle around the glow.
 
The night is long, just restful enough, ready for a new day.
Improvements to my fortress make me wish I could stay.
 

Moose – My Favorite

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Bull moose in Errol, NH

Over the last few weeks I have been thinking about the North Country of New Hampshire and Maine while missing the hundreds of hours I have spent with my favorite animals, Moose. These are just a few of the hundreds of moose pictures I have taken over the years. The majority were taken with my 35mm camera so I have the prints and negatives and not nearly as many on my digital camera. Continue reading