Got my gun, got my fishing pole!

Got my hunting license last week, and today I got my fishing license. I'm now ready to grunt like a man, fight the elements and swat voracious entomological beasties, all for the purpose of putting grub on the table. Okay, that's a little melodramatic, but at least I'll feel manly about it.

Not sure about my prospects for success. I went fishing today with a friend so that he could teach me a thing or two. I had a great time but only caught a glimpse of a fish when a bald eagle flew a few lazy circles near us, then with the greatest of ease dove into the lake and retrieved dinner for four. We, however, were consigned to starvation.

I did indeed glean important angling instruction today, and now I'm eager to test my abilities. Stay tuned; pray for Maine's fish population because I'm taking no prisoners!

Bolting, cat-like, from the brush, Bullwinkle here, with gnashing teeth, stood between my wife and I as we were driving home yesterday from Rangely. I know this photo is a little blurry, but if you look closely at the top of the road just to the right of the yellow lines you will see the frightful beast.

Linda was so excited that she leapt from the truck and fired off several photos, all of which are a bit blurry. I think this adds a bit of mystique, in an Area 51 sort of way.

It's our first Maine moose sighting. And, of course, I couldn't help but think of the moose meat summer sausage I had earlier this year. Mmmmmm!