|FOG AND SNOW OBSCURE THE ISLAND|
Talked to old friend Paul over in Three Lakes yesterday to catch up on things, and he had two hunting stories to tell, one good and one not so good. Good: he bagged a monster elk in Colorado, and brought home 435 pounds of meat; he bagged it high in the mountains, at a distance of 345 yards, quite a (single) shot. Not so good: he hunted with friends in a remote area of the southern Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest in north-central Wisconsin, where they have taken good whitetail bucks in the past; he saw only one deer, and had his tree stand surrounded by a pack of ten wolves, all bloody from a recent kill.
The birds have found our feeders again, so I bought a fifty pound sack of sunflower seeds yesterday. Lots of birds, but nothing unusual as yet.