Taunya,Bub and I just got back from a 10 day trip to northern Maine. Isolation at its best. Our quaint little cabin had gas lights and stove. No TV, no cell service, no electricity, no problem. Our cabin was 10 miles from the highway and 30 miles from Canada. Bear hunting was the reason for the trip, but the tranquillity was the gem. Night was DARK hand DARK, the star show was incredible. I also got my first bear. A 225lb sow was the the biggest of the week. As a seasoned hunter I was amazed how ghosty a bear moves in the woods. It was almost dark and there she was 40 feet from me. Not a sound. A quick shot and deadly silence. The 30 minute until my guide Darrin showed up was unbearable. But when I finally laid my hands on her beautiful jet black coat, I got the shakes like my first deer. A tear and a wave of emotion almost over took me. I never felt so alive. A quiet moment and thanks given to my bear brother for feeding my family and Taunya said a Cherokee prayer to make it complete. Bub was a ham and made many friends with locals and did me. They all said " Is he your bear dog?" "Naw, he's more like a sandwich dog" I replied with many chuckles. We were all so relaxed no one wanted to leave, but back to the grindstone for us all, Bub excluded, you know the dogs life. We saw grouse, turkey, and moose. We will go back next year for a bigger bear or maybe a moose if I get lucky enough to draw one of lottery tags. And you can't go wrong with $4 lobsters, Mmmm.
