Last Thursday Mona and I drove to Brunswick to(we thought)pick up a new puppy, a cute little yellow lab male. We got to the man’s house and picked out a really adorable one, and then found out we can’t have him until next Thursday or Friday, when he will have his shots and be released by his vet. So, we came home with a new dog cage and an armful of dog treats and toys, but no puppy! Now, we’re trying to come up with a name we can agree on. Mona likes “Bailey,” but I like something more masculine, like “Rambo” or “Spike!” I want the name to be one you can really put your anger into when you want to get the dog’s attention when he’s being bad. We’ll probably come up with an agreeable one by Friday.
All this snow is beginning to put a crimp in my logging operations. I gave up trying to log with my Kubota a couple weeks ago when that last big storm made it hard to get around with the tractor. At that time I packed a trail close to a group of large “swamp maples” so I could try using my snowmobile and a sled. That worked pretty good, and I got probably between five and 10 cords of firewood, all sawn into stove length yarded out to the edge of my field. The snow settled and froze hard enough that the snowmobile and wood sled worked slick. Then, I got the idea of moving to woods the other side of Hutchinson Brook, intending to sled some more swamp maple firewood to a small yard beside the road there. I tramped through the woods with snowshoes and packed, what I thought, was a decent snowmobile trail. When I tried to further pack the trail with my snowmobile on Saturday, after the first 8 inches of fresh snow, I got stuck two times and had to shovel until I was sick of it! Not only that, but the new snow made it all but impossible to clear a large enough space where I could turn snowmobile and sled around between the road and the small brook there. With the additional snow of last Monday, therefore I am done logging at least until the snow settles to the point where it will support the snowmobile.
At least, I have been able to get some cross-country skiing in on the fresh snow. Last Saturday I encountered a large bull moose near the trail near the ridge leading to Trout Pond. The following Monday, I found fresh moose tracks, without moose, crisscrossing the trail in the same vicinity. The moose was apparently browsing on low-hanging hemlock limbs. On one corner I saw one medium-size hemlock surrounded by moose tracks with two nose high woodpecker holes the moose had eaten into the tree.