VGOM June 2013 by Vermont's Great Outdoors Magazine

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Volume 1 Number 6

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GREAT OUTDOORS

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The Great Artdoors The legacy of a life outdoors Fly rodding for smallies Father’s Day tributes

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River Monsters comes to Vt. Father, son on the Long Trail Vermont’s fish — the brookie Zetterstrom award winner

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Features 22 The

Great Artdoors

VGOM’s newest contributor talks about his art and how nature inspires his work.

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Legacy

A son reflects on his father’s vast outdoor legacy left by a lifetime of work.

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Long Trail

A man and his son tackle the Long Trail, trekking the length of Vermont.

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Publisher & Editor Darren Marcy News/Marketing Assistants Maya Marcy & Camilla Marcy Contributors Jeremy Baker, Bradley Carleton, Bob Shannon, Emile Willett, Steve Costello, Evan Chismark, Tim Upton, Chris Adams, Kari Jo Spear, Brian Lang, Brian Cadoret, Josh Adams, Parker Wright, Dalton Harben, Drew Price, Jodi Warner, Raven Schwan-Noble, Madaid Lopez, Joe Rankin Article & Photo Submissions editor@VtGreatOutdoorsMag.com Press Releases, Letters news@VtGreatOutdoorsMag.com

Monsters

One of the world’s most recognizeable anglers came to Vermont last year.

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5. Photo of the Month 6. Editor’s Note 8. Outdoor News 16. Readers Sound Off

44. The Next Cast 48. Birds of Vermont 56. Fly Fishing 72. Family Outdoors 74. Sacred Hunter 83. The Outside Story

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Photo of the Month:

Laurel Baker shows off a rock bass she caught earlier this year. The Rutland Town girl is the daughter of VGOM columnist Jeremy Baker, who said the fish qualifies for the Vermont Master Angler program and is Laurel’s first entry of the year.

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Editor’s Note:

Fathers Daddy. Father. Pops. The Old Man. There are a lot of names for our dads, just as there are a lot of different kinds of dads. Some people have amazing fathers who literally seem to have single-handedly hung the moon. And there are dads who are no-good, worthless … you get the point. Most are somewhere in between. If you’re reading this, however, there’s a better than average chance that your dad was into the outdoors. That’s how most of us learn to love the outdoors. It’s not always “Dad” who introduces us or nurtures our love of wild critters and wild places. Sometimes it’s Mom or another relative. But dads are the leading cause of outdoor passion from what I’ve seen. We carry that with us and, with a little bit of luck, we pass it on to our kids. This month, we are featuring a handful of stories about dad. But none better this month than the one I’ve chosen to lead the section by Tim Upton as he writes about his father, Peter Upton. It’s a heck of a story and I hope you’ll read it. I hope you’ll read them all because they come from the heart. Another cool feature this month is the photo feature of a father and son who spent three-plus weeks last summer hiking the Long Trail from Massachusetts to Canada. This feature will run for three months through August as we track the journey they made last June and July on the LongTrail. We’ve also added a new columnist – Chris Adams is a bass angler of the first order. He’ll be tackling his favorite subject and maybe others, writing as often as his schedule allows. Another new contributor is artist Evan Chismark who caught my attention on Facebook and I quickly convinced him to share his art with us. He agreed and went one better, adding a little column to bolster understanding of the animal and his art. Finally, there is a feature about a Vermont guide who got the chance to guide Jeremy Wade from the TV show “River Monsters.” The filming was done more than a year ago, but the episode was just released in May. It’s a nice piece. Of course there’s more – a lot more. This issue is pushing toward the 100-page mark. That’s a spectacular amount of content for a free publication. It seems like every month, as I write this piece, I’m a little more amazed at what we’ve accomplished in the past month. I feel like we’re starting to hit our stride. More and more readers are discovering the magazine, and advertisers are beginning to look at us as a viable options for getting their message to outdoor enthusiasts. You can help. First, make sure a few more friends know about VGOM. And then, tell your local businesses to check out our ad rates and encourage them to advertise with us. Thank you. Please, get outdoors and enjoy this beautiful state.

On the Cover

Unicorns Live This month’s cover shot was submitted by Brian Price of Vermont Fly Guys. Price caught the 28-inch brown on a VFG 1/0 Gliss and Glint Baitfish while targeting pike. The brown was released unharmed to fight another day. Price described it on Facebook, “Meanwhile, deep in the bowels of the Green Mountains of Vermont, unicorns live. … I feel so lucky to get the opportunity to have caught and experienced a world class fish like this; forever etched.” Look up Vermont Fly Guys on Facebook. Have a great photo you want to share? Whether it’s a fish, a summit, a sunset or just a little family time. Please send it in. You might find it on the cover of the next Vermont’s Great Outdoors Magazine.

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Outdoor News:

Thru paddlers have gear stolen during portage in Brunswick Two people paddling their canoe on the Northern Forest Canoe Trail had most of their belongings stolen during a portage in Brunswick. Lauren Plummer, 25, of Massachusetts; and Taylor Steedes, 26, of Standish, Maine, said that after stashing most of their gear near Route 105 in Brunswick on May 14, they went back to get their canoe. When they returned, their gear was gone. Vermont State Police said the pair reported a 150-liter blue Seal dry bag was taken that contained a silver MSR

Whisper Light cook stove, iPhone, red Outdoor Research rain coat, Olympus digital camera, GPS Sport locator, maroon Solomon shoes, clothing, a wallet with three debit cards and $100 cash, two passports and other gear. The pair were able to purchase new gear and a little more than a week later, they were able to continue their trip. Witnesses reported seeing a white, full-sized pickup with a man wearing a baseball cap leaving the area traveling west on Route 105. Anybody with any information about the missing bag and its contents should contact Vermont State Police at 334-8881.

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Outdoor News:

Divers recover body of missing boater

Pair of all-terrain vehicles stolen from camp in Corinth

Divers with the New Hampshire Fish & Wildlife Department found the body of Zachary Florio during a search May 2. Florio had gone missing when the boat he was in overturned on the Passumpsic River and had been missing. Divers discovered the body about 1 p.m. April 2 just over the New Hampshire border in Vermont water. Vermont State Police assisted with the recovery and the body was taken to the Vermont Office of the Chief Medical Examiner for an autopsy to determine cause and manner of death.

Vermont State Police are investigating the theft of two ATVs in White River Junction some time between April 28 and May 4. According to a press release, Christian Bulger told police May 4 that two of his ATVs were stolen from a campsite on Pike Hill Road in Corinth during those six days. One ATV was described as a green 2011 Arctic Cat 425. The other is a black and red 2008 Arctic Cat DVX 400. Police ask that anyone with information contact the Bradford Barracks at 222-4680.

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Outdoor News:

Police investigate theft of $2,200 worth of property from unlocked car Vermont State Police are currently investigating the theft of about $2,200 worth of items from a vehicle parked at a hiking access parking area in Addison on May 2. Police said Adrianna Baker, 20, of Middlebury reported that while her vehicle was parked at an access on Mountain Road in Addison, the personal property was stolen from her unlocked vehicle. Police did not detail what was stolen. Anyone with information on the theft can contact Trooper Andrew Leise at 388-4919.

Police took reports from Casey Stanton, 24, of Burlington, and Ian W. Forgays, 47, of Lincoln. Police said it appears that a “Slim Jim” type of tool may have been used to access the secured vehicles. Anyone with information is asked to contact troopers at the New Haven Barracks at 388-4919.Here is a link to the list of kids’ fishing events: http://www.vtfishandwildlife.com/fish_kidsbrook.cfm.

More thefts reported from vehicles in Addison Vermont State Police were again called to the Mountain Road hiking accessing May 10 for a report of multiple reports of thefts from vehicles.

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Outdoor News:

Free Fishing Day is Saturday, June 8

f you’ve been looking for a good excuse to give fishing a try, here it is! Saturday, June 8, is Vermont’s Free Fishing Day – the one day in the summer when residents and nonresidents may go fishing in the Green Mountain State without a fishing license. Fishing is a quiet, relaxing way to enjoy Vermont’s scenic outdoors with many accompanying benefits. You can release any fish you catch, or take home some very fresh fish for dinner. Anglers in Vermont can try for brook, brown or rainbow trout,

landlocked salmon, largemouth bass, smallmouth bass, yellow perch, walleye, and northern pike as well as other several other species. At the same time, you will likely see several species of wildlife while fishing in Vermont. A bald eagle or osprey soaring overhead is an experience you will always remember. Whether you get out there alone, or take friends or family, a good day of fishing makes memories that will last a lifetime. Vermont has 284 lakes and over 7,000 miles of clear streams offering the greatest variety of high quality

fresh water fishing in the Northeast, according to the Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department. Finding a place to fish in Vermont is easy. To find out more about Vermont's great fishing opportunities and to plan your fishing trip, contact the Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department at 802-241-3700 and ask for a copy of the “Hunting, Fishing & Trapping Laws and Guide.” Email fwinformation@state.vt.us for any questions or discover more from the website www.vtfishandwildlife.com.

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Outdoor News:

Kids’ fishing events being held this spring (Editor's Note: Unfortunately, this news release came out too late for the May issue of VGOM. We're including it in June because about half of the dates remain for fishing derbies around the state.) Here’s a great opportunity for young people to give fishing a try. The Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department has released a list of upcoming fishing events, most of them intended just for kids. The department has a “Children’s Fishing Program,” which provides kids with the opportunity for a fun and successful fishing experience at locally organized fishing events. Organizers of these events often are charitable, community, or nonprofit groups such as fire departments, fish and game clubs, Rotary, Lions, town recreation committees, 4-H clubs, and scouts. Most kids’ fishing events are open to the public, although they may be restricted to town residents or to a particular group of individuals. The Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department provides about 20,000 8- to 10-inch trout for the program, with each event receiving 150 to 300 fish. Kids’ fishing events generally start in

the spring and continue through June. Vermont Fish & Wildlife also has a “Let’s Go Fishing” Program where trained volunteers teach and encourage young people and their families how to fish. The volunteer instructors teach fishing skills, how to use different types of tackle, the importance of good aquatic habitat,

fishing ethics and fishing regulations. Clinics are planned throughout the state during the spring and summer months. Check your local newspapers and bait shops for clinics in your area. You can learn more about “Let’s Go Fishing” on Fish & Wildlife’s website vtfishandwildlife.com under Fishing or Youth Pages.

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Outdoor News:

Douglass Access Area Dedication Held May 17

LMORE – The Lake Elmore – Vaughn M. Douglass Access Area was renamed May 17 in honor of the Morrisville native and Lake Elmore camp owner who died in September. The Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department and the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service jointly hosted a dedication ceremony at the access area located at the south end of the lake. Vermont Fish & Wildlife Commissioner Patrick Berry and U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service Regional Director Wendi Weber noted Douglass’ contributions to the creation of public access areas in Vermont. Douglass retired from the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service in July, 2012 as lands and development program chief in the Division of Wildlife and Sport Fish Restoration. He served with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service for 33 years. A leader in the regional Wildlife and Sport Fish Restoration program, Douglass mentored many employees in both state and federal agencies. He made a significant

Vermont Fish & Wildlife Commissioner Patrick Berry, speaks during the dedication and renaming of the Lake Elmore – Vaughn M. Douglas Access Area on May 17.

contribution to access areas in the Northeastern United States through his oversight of the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service Division of Federal Aid program. “Vaughn contributed greatly to the development and expansion of Vermont’s fishing and boating access programs,” said Fish & Wildlife Commissioner Patrick

Berry. “In light of his conservation accomplishments, public access initiatives and the professionalism he always displayed, it is very fitting that Vermont, his home state, honor him with this recognition.” Learn more Vermont’s fishing and boating access areas at: http://www.vtfishandwildlife.com/F ish_Accessareas.cfm

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Outdoor News:

Stephen Majeski is Vt’s Warden of the Year

Vermont State Game Warden Stephen Majeski receives the Warden of the Year Award from Gov. Peter Shumlin in Montpelier on May 16. Also pictured are Fish & Wildlife Commissioner Patrick Berry and Stephen’s wife Carolanne Majeski.

Stephen Majeski of West Windsor is Vermont's State Game Warden of the Year. A State Game Warden for eight years, Majeski was given the award May 16 in Montpelier by Gov. Peter Shumlin in recognition of his excellent service. "I want to thank Stephen for his outstanding performance in protecting Vermont's fish and wildlife resources and serving the people of Vermont," Shumlin said. He said Majeski was chosen for “his professionalism, excellent law enforcement work, dedicated search and rescue efforts, and helpful

outreach with the public.” Lt. Paul Gaudreau, Majeski’s supervisor, commended him for his ability to conduct thorough investigations in hunting and fishing violations, and his dedication in search and rescue missions. Majeski was also praised for his skill in dealing with problem bears, his presentations to school groups, and his cooperative service with other law enforcement agencies. “Our warden force provides a broad range of services that go far beyond protecting the resource,” Colonel David LeCours said. “In

Warden Majeski’s case, his peers chose him for this award because he exemplifies an exceptionally high standard that others strive to reach.” Majeski’s district includes the towns of Reading, West Windsor, Windsor, Cavendish, Baltimore, Weathersfield, Chester, Springfield, Grafton and Rockingham. Shikar-Safari Club International, a private wildlife conservation group, sponsors a warden of the year award in each state and Canadian province. Majeski received a colorful framed certificate honoring his selection.

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Sound Off:

Readers Sound Off People respond to hunter’s sentence after shooting friend They responded to the Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department’s posted press release on Facebook in early May with a mixture of astonishment and anger.

The Issue Hunter Charged in Shooting Pleads No Contest A Vermont man who shot a friend while bear hunting in 2011 pleaded no contest to aggravated assault in Orleans District Court in Newport. Conrad Masse, 78, of Craftsbury received a deferred sentence and will have the felony charge removed from his record in 18 months with good behavior. Masse faced a maximum sentence of 15 years in prison. According to Vermont game wardens, Masse was bear hunting on the afternoon of Oct. 30, 2011, with Wayne Goff, 60, of Wolcott.

The two men were hunting with the aid of dogs. A bear passed between them and Masse fired three times with a high-powered hunting rifle. One shot hit the bear and another struck and seriously wounded Goff, hitting him near his waist. According to Masse’s attorney, Goff has recovered from the incident. Masse was charged with aggravated assault in 1995 and was later acquitted. He has also previously been convicted of fish and wildlife law violations.

Sound Off

● Understanding how the courts operate and knowing you're all operating under the same boss, maybe it's time to pressure the Governor to get on top of these issues so the wardens' efforts are not continually wasted on chasing the same criminals over and over again. ● Why? Why should the felony conviction be removed? ● Whatever happened to rule No. 1, be sure of your target and beyond?

● Why weren't charges brought for road hunting, and why would the state remove the felony charge. He did the crime, so he should suffer the consequences regardless of age. ● This is appalling. Why bother with criminal and wildlife enforcements if they won't be backed up. Doesn't F&W have the ability to take his gun and license? ● These kinds of stories are exactly what make me so nervous when I hear gunshots in the woods. Too many irresponsible and reckless owners.

● I sure do not want to be out in the woods with this guy, he should be charged with a felony ... at the least.

● Thank you all for your comments. Please keep in mind that it is the wardens job to make the arrest, gather evidence, and present the case. Our law enforcement personnel are not the ones who make the decisions regarding conviction or sentencing. These decisions are made by the district attorney and the judge presiding over the case.

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Conservation:

2013 GMP-Zetterstrom Award

An osprey is photographed at Lake Arrowhead in April of 2010.

he Lake Champlain Committee, which celebrates 50 years of science-based advocacy, education and collaborative action this month, was presented the GMP-Zetterstrom Environmental Award today at a Statehouse ceremony. “The Lake Champlain Committee has been an active, constructive force for the betterment of Lake Champlain and the entire Champlain Valley for half a century,” Green Mountain Power President and CEO Mary Powell said.“Like Meeri Zetterstrom, for whom the award is named, LCC has demonstrated a long-term commitment to building alliances to solve environmental problems, while pursuing education and

environmental research. “LCC’s determination and leadership, despite tremendous environmental challenges and obstacles, mirrors on a broad scale Meeri Zetterstrom’s leadership and commitment to saving ospreys at Lake Arrowhead,” Powell said. “LCC has played a key role in protecting Lake Champlain since the spring of 1963.” Steve Costello, GMP’s vice president for generation and energy innovation, worked with Zetterstrom to restore Vermont’s osprey population and was on an employee panel that selected LCC from about a dozen nominees. He said the organization’s 50th anniversary later this

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Conservation: month highlighted the deep and broad spectrum of its work. “Since its founding, the Lake Champlain Committee has taken a lead role in addressing virtually every issue facing Lake Champlain, one of Vermont’s most prized treasures,” Costello said. “Its board, staff and volunteers have been among Vermont’s most prescient and thoughtful protectors of the lake and the thousands of species and hundreds of communities that rely upon it in Vermont, New York and Quebec.” The Lake Champlain Committee’s first meeting was May 17, 1963, when nearly 100 people met to organize to stop a proposal to build a shipping channel from the St. Lawrence River to the Hudson River, via Lake Champlain. The project was initially supported by legislative leaders, but LCC opposed the project and fought to protect the lake for swimming, boating, drinking water and its

natural ecosystems. LCC won the ensuing multi-year battle; the group has been the lake’s leading advocate ever since. The GMP-Zetterstrom Environmental Award was originally created by Central Vermont Public Service in 2010, and is presented annually to one person, business, or nonprofit to honor a significant contribution to Vermont’s environment. It is accompanied by a $2,500 donation to the winner’s environmental cause. The award highlights the ongoing efforts of leading environmentalists and organizations, and the legacy of Meeri Zetterstrom, whose onewoman effort to protect ospreys led to the endangered birds’ recovery and removal from Vermont’s endangered species list. Zetterstrom inspired countless Vermonters through her dogged efforts to protect ospreys, which were decimated by DDT, which caused

thin, brittle osprey eggs. “As we mark our 50th year, the GMP-Zetterstrom Award is a wonderful recognition of the Lake Champlain Committee’s work,” said Lori Fisher, LCC executive director. “Like Meeri, our founders were persistent and effective advocates for the environment. That work continues today with new issues and new challenges. We urge people who care about the lake to get involved.” Past award recipients include Sally Laughlin, a leading wildlife advocate and scientist whose work was instrumental in restoring three species of endangered birds in Vermont; Michael Smith, the founder and driving force behind Rutland’s Pine Hill Park; and Margaret Fowle, who has long led Vermont’s peregrine falcon restoration program, which is responsible for their return from the brink of extinction. For more information about the Lake Champlain Committee visit www.lakechamplaincommittee.org.

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Conservation:

Young Wildlife Belong in the Wild MONTPELIER – Watching wildlife is enjoyable, especially when young animals appear in the spring. But it’s best to keep your distance. Picking up young wildlife can do more harm than good, according to the Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department. It’s also against the law. When people see young animals alone, they often mistakenly assume these animals are helpless or lost, in trouble or needing to be rescued. Bringing young wildlife into a human environment often results in permanent separation from their mothers and a sad ending for the animal. Handling wildlife could also pose a threat to the people involved. Wild animals can transmit disease and angry wildlife mothers can pose significant dangers. Department scientists encourage wildlife watchers to respect the behavior of animals in the spring and early summer, and to resist the urge to assist wildlife in ways that may be harmful. Some helpful tips: Deer and moose nurse their young at different times during the day, and often leave young alone for long periods of time. These animals are not lost. Their mother knows where they are and will return. Young birds on the ground may have left their nest, but their parents will still feed them. Young animals such as fox and raccoon will often follow their parents. The family of a “wandering” animal searching for food is usually nearby but just out of sight to a

person happening upon it. Animals that act sick can carry rabies, parasites or other harmful diseases. Do not handle them. Even though they do not show symptoms, healthy-looking raccoons, foxes, skunks and bats also may also be carriers of the deadly rabies virus. Many wildlife species will not feed or care for their young when people are close by. Obey signs that restrict access to wildlife nesting areas, including hiking trails that may be temporarily closed. Keep domestic pets indoors, leashed or fenced in. Dogs and cats kill many baby animals each year. Avoid projects that remove trees, shrubs and dead snags that contain bird and other nests during the spring and summer. For information about rabies and

nuisance wildlife, call the Vermont Rabies Hotline at (800) 472-2437. If bitten or in direct contact with a raccoon, fox, skunk or bat, or a domestic animal that has been in contact with one of these species, call the Vermont Department of Health at (800) 640-4374. For the safety of all wildlife taking a wild animal into captivity is illegal. If you find an orphaned animal, however, you can contact the nearest rehabilitator specializing in the species you’ve found. Look under “Wildlife Programs” on Vermont Fish & Wildlife’s website www.vtfishandwildlife.com to learn about Vermont’s wildlife rehabilitators. Contact the Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department at 241-3700 if you any questions.

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Conservation:

Reptiles and Amphibians Are on the Move You may have already heard the spring peepers or wood frogs calling in your backyard. Or perhaps you’ve noticed salamanders crawling over rocks in your local stream. The arrival of spring brings the return of reptiles and amphibians to the Vermont landscape. The frog calls you hear each spring are part of the animal’s breeding behavior, said Steve Parren, wildlife diversity program director for the Vermont Fish & Wildlife Department. “Many frogs and salamanders are already well into their breeding season,” Parren said. “By late May, we should start seeing turtles crossing the road to build nests in the sandy embankments.” Amphibians migrate by the thousands each spring in search of breeding pools. This migration can frequently take them across roads and highways, leading to high rates of mortality among some species. Roadkill mortality, along with forest fragmentation and loss of wetland habitat, has contributed to the decline of several of Vermont’s reptile and amphibian species. To mitigate roadkill mortality, the Fish & Wildlife Department has been collecting data to identify stretches of road that are hotspots for amphibian migrations. Department staff has been working closely with Jim Andrews at the Vermont Reptile & Amphibian Atlas Project and other groups to coordinate volunteers who help move the animals across the

road and make drivers aware of these potentially high-mortality sites. In an effort to allow wildlife to safely cross the road, the Fish & Wildlife Department is also working with VTrans to include culverts and wildlife barriers in road construction plans. “Most amphibian migration takes place over several rainy spring nights,” said Mark Ferguson, nongame biologist for the Fish & Wildlife Department. “On these nights, drivers should slow down on roads near vernal pools and wetlands, or try to use an alternate route if possible.” Turtle activity peaks from late

May through June. At this time of year, drivers are urged to keep an eye out for turtles in the road, particularly when driving near ponds and wetlands. “When you spot a turtle in the road, you may be able to help it across the road if you are in a safe spot to get out of your car,” Parren said. “For a snapping turtle, we recommend pushing the turtle across the road in the direction it was going with an object like a shovel to avoid getting too close to the turtle’s face.” To report an amphibian or reptile sighting, visit the Vermont Reptile & Amphibian Atlas website at http://community.middlebury.edu/~ herpatlas.

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The Great Artdoors:

Ursus Omnivorous, 2012

’ve always hated zoos. They make me uncomfortable for a host of reasons—kind of like touring Alcatraz while it’s still full of prisoners. Even as a child I remember being unimpressed by seeing animals in captivity; I felt this inexplicable sense of dread looking at the overweight and catatonic hostages in their EvanChismark.com enclosures. So when I discovered Facebook.com/EvanChismarkArt info@evanchismark.com hiking and began exploring the

White and Green Mountains as a teenager, I remember that half of the excitement stemmed from the potential each outing held of a genuine wildlife encounter. Deer, moose, fox, owl, coyote, even a fisher cat once—the prospect of seeing wildlife sweetened every one of those experiences. Until recently though, the elusive black bear had chosen to remain perpetually hidden from me. I figured the law of

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The Great Artdoors: averages would have caught up with me and at some point our paths would cross, but alas... So this past fall, while on a walk around a thickly forested plot of old farmland in the Adirondacks with our two dogs, our luck finally changed. With surprising stealth, the bear emerged from a thicket, eyed us up with an air of detached interest, and sauntered back into the bush as quietly as it had appeared. I was elated and the dogs utterly perplexed. Then, not a week later, coming out of a restaurant we saw a sow and two cubs on top of a dumpster in search of an easy meal. Two sightings in the span of less than one week! (This second encounter, although remarkable, was not quite as stirring as the first.) Turns out that the abysmal winter of 2011—2012 and utter lack of meaningful precipitation had depleted so much of the bears’ natural food sources that the bears were being increasingly drawn to humanpopulated areas in search of food. Upon learning this, I hastily

discarded my new self-assigned moniker of “Bear Whisperer”. A spike in bear sightings as a result of a natural food shortage has an almost immediate impact on not only the health of a bear population, but also on the public perception of the bear (i.e. transcendence from wildlife to pest). As the saying goes, a fed bear is a dead bear—meaning that once a bear starts to depend on a food source outside the scope of its “natural” diet, it’s only a matter of time before it will have to be euthanized. (Clearly this is not always the case, but you get the point.) When bears are able to be their elusive, bear selves and are not forced into relying on humangenerated food sources to survive, they play an incredible role in the ecosystem. Scientists believe that in addition to their role as nature’s seed spreaders (via their scat), they also help to expedite the decomposition process in forested environments by tearing up downed trees and tilling ground cover in search for insects and other food sources.

Thus, in honor of my first official bear sighting, and as an ode to the pivotal role these seldom seen animals play in the perpetuation of plant life, I was inspired to create this piece, entitled “Ursus Omnivorous”. It’s also a dedication to its dumpster-diving brethren, in hopes that they’ve resumed life as usual in the woods. Here’s hoping that the great winter we just had will bolster the bear population and give us more chances to see them in their natural habitat. About the artist: Evan Chismark is an artist, environmentalist, and overly opinionated lover of the outdoors. He holds a master’s degree in environmental law from Vermont Law School, has a hard time sitting still, and is a sucker for a good IPA. He and his wife and their two hairy, four-legged children live in Stowe. To purchase any the work featured in this column, check out EvanChismark.com, or email the artist at info@evanchismark.com Or if you just want to prove your social media savvy, like him at Facebook.com/EvanChismarkArt.

The Great Artdoors: By Evan Chismark Art can serve as an escape—for both the artist and the viewer—but it can also act as an educational tool, a means by which we can expand our worldview and gain a greater understanding of the most pressing social, political and environmental issues of our time. Each month I’ll be sharing a piece of my artwork, along with a brief write up describing not just what inspired me to create that particular piece, but also what I learned in the process. Nearly all elements of my life have taken a back seat to the pursuit of outdoor recreation and the accompanying desire

to fuel my creative fire. My less-thanstellar resume stands as glaring testament to this fact. Snowboarding, bicycle riding (in just about any form), hiking, backpacking, you name it. The best part (or worst part if you’re my resume) is that each of these pursuits is in and of themselves a creative outlet. So having the chance to showcase my artwork in a publication called “Vermont Great Outdoors Magazine” is nothing short of a perfect match. The term “outdoors” is an amorphous one: being an outdoorsman means different things to different people—to

some it means hunting and fishing, to others hiking and snowshoeing, and to others it might just mean sitting in the woods and basking in the quiet. The experiences I’ve had as an outdoorsman inform my work as an artist and constantly offer me inspiration. So I hope that wherever you fit in along that spectrum, my art resonates with you. I couldn’t be happier to call Vermont home and I’m proud to be able to share my passion with the people of this great state. I’d love to hear from you so feel free to check out my website, shoot me an email or just Like my Facebook page. Cheers!

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Father’s Day:

The Legacy

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Father’s Day:

Peter Upton on his beloved Hubbardton property.

A young Vermonter named Peter Upton has just finished his training as a neurosurgeon at the Mary Fletcher Hospital in Burlington – an 11-year process that began at the University of Vermont Medical School, took him to Denver, Colo., for a two-year internship, and ended with a surgical residency in his

native Burlington. Dr. Upton decides to open a practice in Rutland, and moves with his wife and children – ages 5 years, 2 years, and 6 weeks – to the nearby town of Wallingford. The (tortured) middle child is me. That was the beginning of a remarkable journey for my father and everyone who knew him; the

start of a personal and professional life that was intimately tied to the outdoors for every day of the next 44 years. Hunting, fishing, hiking, birdwatching, conservation, land management ... somehow he did it all, even as he built a reputation as an exceptionally skilled and caring surgeon – and, it seemed to me, read

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Father’s Day:

Peter Upton with his grandson Ben and his first turkey.

every book ever written. It’s important to understand just how rare it was, and remains, for a small-town hospital the size of Rutland’s to offer neurosurgical care. Normally this type of specialty is reserved for large research and teaching institutions. This made my father unique. And extremely busy. It’s unusual for me to meet someone from Rutland County who doesn’t immediately say “Are you related to Dr. Upton? He operated on (me, my mother, my sister, etc).

What a wonderful man!” He could have made a lot – and I do mean a lot – more money at a large hospital in another part of the country. But he was a Vermonter, a third-generation Vermont doctor, and he wanted to live and practice right here. Lucky for me. And he didn’t slow down when he left the office. During the 1970s, despite his normal, crazy work schedule and all the 3 a.m. calls from the emergency

room, he managed to take key roles in starting and actively supporting Rutland County chapters of the National Audubon Society, Ducks Unlimited, and the National Wild Turkey Federation. I fondly recall being a small child and going on Christmas bird counts with my father. I remember the annual DU and NWTF fundraising dinners, where he became quite a collector of wildlife art. More recently he was active in the Vermont Woodlands Association

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Father’s Day:

Peter Upton with grandson John during the youth weekend in 2012. They hunted a place in Middletown Springs where Upton had taken his son, the author, on his first turkey hunt. .

and Vermont Coverts. He kept large vegetable gardens, growing everything from corn and potatoes to beets and strawberries. He kept bees and raised turkeys. Friends and family always had honey. For many years, on the day before Thanksgiving he and I would kill, dress, pluck and clean a half dozen turkeys, and deliver them to friends in the area. And so it went during the next three decades, all that activity

sandwiched around trips with his sons to Quebec and northern Alaska. From him I caught the birding bug, and few things give me more pleasure than hearing a male scarlet tanager in the May turkey woods, and taking a detour from my hunt for as long as it takes just to catch one glimpse of him in the canopy. How something that brilliantly red can possibly hide in a green tree I’ll never understand. Unfortunately for me, I did not

inherit his ability to identify every plant in the woods on sight, but it’s not because he didn’t try to teach me. With him I caught trout in Big Branch and Ridley Brook, and smallmouth bass and about a million yellow perch in Lake Champlain. I sat for hours in November sun, rain, sleet and snow, waiting and watching while my father hiked over Spruce Knob, and around Dennis Pond, trying to chase a deer past me.

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Father’s Day:

Peter Upton poses with his with grandsons Ben and John on the steps of the camp in Hubbardton in 2011, about a month after his cancer diagnosis.

I sat next to him behind a stone wall in Shrewsbury scouting turkeys one April, watching a mature tom strut along the opposite side, spitting and drumming, so close we could have touched him. Sitting or walking beside him, I shot (at) ducks in Beech Bay, and I brought home limits of grouse, woodcock and gray squirrel from the overgrown pastures and woods of Tinmouth. Don’t ask me how, but he had time for me. And my big brother.

watching a scrape line on a 200-acre woodlot in Hubbardton that he had recently purchased. It’s almost 70 degrees, and doesn’t feel much like deer season, but that doesn’t dampen his excitement when he hears footsteps in the leaves. A 3-point buck appears, which he shoots – the first of many to be dragged off that same hill. And that’s it – he’s in love. After his family, these woods will slowly but surely become the My father is sitting under a tree primary focus of his attention.

And my little sister. He was also a pretty successful hunter in his own right, killing one of the very first turkeys taken after their reintroduction to Vermont, early on opening morning of the state’s first season, a 22-pound tom. Turkey hunting was his passion, and there were only a small handful of years after that first season when he failed to kill a big spring turkey.

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Father’s Day:

Peter Upton with a turkey. Upton likely killed one of the first turkeys in the state after they were reintroduced. Upton killed a bird in the opening minutes of the first day of the first hunt.

He buys a cheap display mount and puts the puny antlers on it. Twelve years later he will construct a small, bare-bones, one-room camp on the property, where he’ll hang that little rack on the unfinished wall. He will hire a consulting forester to put together a long-term plan for sustainable timber harvesting and habitat management, and enroll the property in the Tree Farm program. And he will partner with the Vermont Land Trust to place a

conservation easement on the property, ensuring that it will remain in active, responsible management in perpetuity. As he moves into semiretirement, he will spend more and more time here: cutting, hauling and splitting firewood; maintaining roads and trails; hunting; just walking around; and planting trees. A lot of trees. Eventually it seems as if the entire parcel is covered with protective

tubes, and he will remember what’s growing in every single one. There are a fair number of chestnut oaks scattered around the property, which he has heard are favored by deer, and he knows the exact location of every one. He picks up their acorns, plants them in pots at his house, and replants the seedlings around the property. Over the years, I’ve come to know every trail, every ridge, every little

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The Upton men with a nice white-tailed buck.

swampy spot, and every oak stand on the property too, if not as well as he did. The deer hunting has been, well, frankly miserable the past several years. But I’m still there, seeing a few deer, catching a glimpse of a buck now and then, always expecting another one behind the next rise. Better still, my older son, now 16, is getting comfortable enough to venture out on his own without fear

assisting on a surgical procedure. Approaching his 75th birthday, he has closed his own practice, but continues to work at the hospital. He makes a left turn onto Allen Street, and is nearly sideswiped by a car coming from his left. He wonders why he didn’t see it coming. He performs some simple tests on himself, and decides he’d better get his vision checked. An eye exam and a CT scan later, My father is leaving Rutland Regional Medical Center after he is diagnosed with a large,

of getting lost. His 13-year brother is just getting started, and someday I hope he’ll know his way around better than I do. When we’re together in the spring woods, I quiz the boys constantly on bird songs. Fathers are kind of annoying that way.

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Father’s Day:

Peter Upton, with grandson John, posing with a deer he shot in Hubbardton. The rifle he used was a gift from the wife of a patient.

advance-stage brain tumor. Of all things. He is now officially retired. My father’s love for the environment and the Vermont outdoors wasn’t an escape from work. It was an integral and vital part of his work. Like Aldo Leopold, he figured out a long time ago that everything in this world is connected to everything else. I don’t know how many times I’ve heard from his patients that their visits to his office always started

with a thorough discussion of hunting and fishing before they got down to the details of why they were there ... although I think for a lot of people that was in part why they were there. He treated people, not injuries or diseases. I can remember him coming home from work with a mess of brook trout wrapped in aluminum foil. When I asked where they came from, he explained that he had a patient who couldn’t afford his

medical bills but didn’t want to accept treatment without making any payment. And of course he knew my father loved brook trout fried in butter. There were other fish, there was venison, there was maple syrup – all of them accepted and enjoyed in the spirit in which they were given. There was a widow whose husband had been a patient years earlier, who wanted my father to have the man’s deer rifle. He killed two deer with it.

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Father’s Day:

Peter Upton with grandson Ben hunting ducks in Hubbardton.

I am in my car on the way to work when my cell phone rings. It’s my mother. “Dad just stopped breathing.” That makes two of us. We knew it would be soon, but still ... I turn the car around and head to Wallingford. The next few weeks are kind of a whirlwind, made tolerable and in a way even gratifying by the outpouring of good wishes and memories from family, friends, and

complete strangers. In a way we were very lucky. My father lived significantly longer than do most people of his age with his diagnosis, and he kept his wits and personality right up until the end. I was able to deer hunt with him in 2011. Sort of. I got up early. He slept until 9 a.m. – “I’ve shot plenty of deer after 10:00” – and left camp after he made breakfast for my son, who also happens to enjoy sleeping in. Where

in the world was this guy when I was 15? I knew his chemo treatments were making him tired, and every day I told him not to climb the steep bank to the top of the ridge. He did it anyway I found him up there every afternoon just before dark, exhausted and shuffling back toward camp, and held him up by the elbow until we got back down near camp on flat ground.

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Father’s Day:

“The woodlot now belongs to me. It’s a great gift, and a great responsibility, both of which I’m grateful for. I plan to take good care of it.”

Peter Upton in Alaska.

At noon, he and my son would head to his favorite spot, a sunny south-facing hill he called “the grassy knoll,” for lunch. I was able to make sure my younger son’s first deer hunt, and first turkey hunt, were with his grandfather. They came home with unfilled tags, but boy were they successful. We all spent time with him, talking, joking and doing our best to help the hospice workers, during his last weeks, which he spent at home. Two days before he died, both of my kids told him told him how much they were going to miss him, and thanked him for all those days in the woods, on the lake, and at the soccer and baseball fields. The woodlot now belongs to me.

It’s a great gift, and a great responsibility, both of which I’m grateful for. I plan to take good care of it. There are turkeys on the property for the first time in several springs this year. I shot one on the second day of the season. It was a jake, and not a very big one truth be told, but it was a special bird and a special day. I sat with my arms aching for over an hour watching him strut, at 55 yards, hoping more than once that he’d just lose interest, leave, and let me stand up for crying out loud. But patience paid off. My first thought was how I’d tell the story to Dad. There’s another bird still roosting on the ridge, and I’m hoping he’s the big one. There are still two weeks left

in the season. I’ll be cutting firewood all summer with help from my brother, and I’m in the process of repairing a bridge my father built many years ago. The boys and I will be up on the ridge next November, looking for that big buck. We’ll find him eventually, and that will be another special day, one that will reconnect us with the person who had the greatest influence on all our lives. At some point the whole family will head up the hill together to scatter my father’s ashes on the grassy knoll, near the two chestnut oaks I planted last summer. I can’t wait for the first warm November day after that, so I can sit down in the sun and have lunch with him.

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Long Trail:

A Long Trail Adventure

The Danner Mount Defiance boots Spencer and Mason McCuin wore on their 280-mile Long Trail journey were provided by Lenny’s Shoe & Apparel, which has sponsored this three-part travelogue of their epic hike. Their Massachusetts to Canada hike in June and July of 2012 will appear in three consecutive Months of VGOM — June, July and August. Congratulations on their achievement.

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Long Trail:

Many fathers fantasize about taking an epic adventure with their kids. And a lot of kids simply dream of adventure. The closest most ever get is a family vacation that may, or may not, involve getting lost. Not these two.

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Long Trail:

ne father-son duo took the notion to the highest level a year ago when they embarked on a grand adventure on the Long Trail, the oldest long-distance hiking trail in the United States. The Long Trail extends 273 miles from the Canadian border to the Massachusetts state line. It was built from 1910 to 1930 and runs along the spine of the Green Mountains crossing the state's highest peaks. For the first 100 miles or so, the trail coincides with the Appalachian Trail, which drew its inspiration from the Long Trail. The Long Trail climbs rugged mountain peaks, meanders through softwood and hardwood forests, and crosses bogs and streams. It is steep in places, muddy in others and rugged from one end to the other. While many people hike sections of the trail, few people tackle it end-to-end in one pass. For Spencer McCuin and his son Mason, the hike was a challenge. A chance to make memories while testing themselves. It was also a chance to bond as father and son.

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Long Trail: The pair launched their journey near Williamstown, Mass., June 22, just five days after Father’s Day. It was a 88 degrees as they left the pavement at 4:18 p.m. The heat was simply the first challenge they would face over the next three-plus weeks. The heat didn't last long. Soon, the hot, dry weather gave way to rain. Followed by rain. And then more rain. Six days and 80½ miles later, the duo trudged into Wallingford where they met family. A chance to restock their 50-pound packs, shower and sleep in a real bed was a welcome respite many long-distance hikers don't have. But

living in a state that boasts the Long Trail has it's benefits. The next day, June 29, at 4:03 p.m., Spencer and Mason said goodbye to their family and headed back into the woods. The rain had moved on and the heat was back. The temperature was 90 degrees as they made their way to the Minerva Hinchey Shelter later that afternoon. The suspension bridge at the Clarendon Gorge was a well-known and welcomed sight. Unfortunately, so was the damage from Tropical Storm Irene. Trail damage forced the pair to hit the pavement for more than 4 miles on sweltering blacktop.

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Long Trail: The opportunity to dunk their heads in the heat-busting cold of a mountain stream was a welcome relief. So was the gondola ride down mountain at Killington to feast on cheeseburgers and cold juice. As they continued their trek north, the Appalachian Trail peeled away and headed east toward New Hampshire. The McCuins, however, stayed on the Long Trail traveling north But the trail would not be smooth. A day before they were slated to again meet to resupply, a water filtration pump broke. They stopped early at the Emily Proctor Shelter, and hiked 3½ miles off the trail to get a replacement. It's July 5th. The pair have been on the trail for two weeks and are more than halfway to their goal. But some of the most exciting and eyecatching parts of the trek lay ahead. First, there is a bed, shower and good food to refresh their spirit.

Join us next month as the McCuins tackle the Long Trail from the Emily Proctor Shelter and head north toward some of the most difficult terrain in Vermont. And in August, they meet tough weather conditions, but push through to reach Canada on their epic journey.

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Father’s Day:

The Gift of Fishing

Chris Adams and his father smile as Chris shows off a fine smallmouth.

iven that Father’s Day falls in the month of June, it is only fitting that this piece, my first contribution to Vermont's Great Outdoors Magazine, highlight the impact that both parents and the great outdoors can have on a child growing up in our great state of Vermont. To this day the memories are still so vivid. That “giant” sheepshead doubling over my Zebco rod-and-reel combo on the bank of the Otter Creek in Vergennes. The early mornings traveling to the lake, boat in tow, and then powering across the water on the way to our

first fishing spot – the anticipation so strong I could feel it throughout my body. The hot summer days wading through our favorite mountain trout streams, pitching night crawlers to boulders and eddies in the clear, bubbling water. The list goes on and on, with no shortage of unique and wonderful recollections.

Fortunately, like many other Vermonters, my brother and I were raised on the water and in the woods and were able to develop a strong passion and appreciation for our environment and the recreational opportunities it has to offer. Furthermore, beyond the actual chase of the wild fish and game and the beauty of the great outdoors itself, we were lucky, like so many others, to experience the entirety of an almost indescribable, soulforming lifestyle that is special to all of us. We were born into an average, blue-collar family. Dad was a firefighter and insurance agent, and

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Father’s Day:

Chris Adams’ mom, Carol, and dad, Don, show off a couple of nice smallmouth bass.

mom, a nurse – a position she still holds to this day. Just as our family’s socioeconomic status was like that of thousands of other Vermont families, our enthusiasm for the outdoors could also be shared many. As a child, I truly cannot remember much free time at all that wasn’t spent in the outdoors – hunting, fishing, camping, sledding, skiing, riding ATVs and snowmobiles, building tree forts, riding bikes etc. Though my dad was the “outdoorsman” in the family and often led our various excursions, my mom quickly learned how to fill the

void if dad was busy with work or on a fishing trip. Along with the days spent hunting out of our family camp in Chittenden, cutting Christmas trees in the National Forest and doing so many other outdoor activities together, my early family fishing experiences have made a lasting impact on my life. Personally, I can thank my dad for giving me the gift of fishing. My father is a long-time fisherman who started out as a boy fishing the various creeks in and around Rutland. When I was a just a toddler, during the late 1980s, he owned a trolling boat and made frequent

voyages on weekends to Lake Ontario to fish for salmon and lake trout. Ultimately, he shifted gears and became a bass fisherman – first for fun, and then later on as a tournament angler and Coast Guard certified captain and fishing guide. He started me out as early as I can remember with a rod and reel in my hand. He’d take me and my brother to the various ponds, streams and lakes near our home in Rutland to catch trout, bass, bluegill, perch, etc., all the while instilling in us a strong respect for our resources. Later, we’d accompany dad out on

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Father’s Day:

Chris Adams fishing with his father and brother, just a couple of years ago.

the big lake in search of that elusive “lunker.” Anytime he was gone, mom would fill in and take us anywhere we wanted to go. I can remember dragging mom up to Furnace Brook in Chittenden several times each summer so I could cast for trout while she sat in her chair, feet in the water, watching me fish and reading her favorite book or magazine. It was the perfect childhood. As I grew older, dad let me tag along with him as he scouted out fishing areas for his upcoming tournaments, and eventually, we began competing together as a fatherson team. What a thrill that was for me.

Arriving at the launch ramp early in the morning to see the fog rolling across Lake Champlain and the sun just starting to peak through the clouds to the east. Taking in the strange but unforgettable smell of fishy water and two-stroke outboard motor oil as dozens of bass boats sat idling in advance of the tournament takeoff. Standing to the side and admiring the various “local legend” fishermen who walked by and ribbed each other with friendly teasing or made final preparations to their equipment. Seeing the boats speed off headed for their favorite “honey-holes.” Helping to net the fish my dad caught during the tournament.

And, at the end of the day, witnessing all of the amazing fish that were brought to the scales – big, old fish that I hoped I might one day be able to trick into biting! For a young kid who loved fishing, it was incredible. Very similar to that special aura of deer camp the night before opening day of deer season, my early fishing experiences had somewhat of a mystical impact on me. Above it all was the continuous thrill of not knowing when or where we might catch the next “big one.” And from that thrill came a constantly burning fire to explore new water, try new tactics and continuously work to get better at

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Father’s Day:

Chris Adams shows off an 8-pound, 15-ounce largemouth caught at Lake Bomoseen.

understanding fish and their behaviors relative to different conditions. That fire has since been burning inside me for more than 20 years, and I’d venture to guess that it won’t go away anytime soon! It is that chain of events that has shaped and molded my passion for fishing today and for which I am so appreciative. Appreciative that I was given the opportunity by my dad – and my mom – to take part in and learn the sport of fishing, appreciative that I was able to do so in Vermont, a state

This piece marks Chris Adams first contribution to VGOM. He will be a regular contributor with natural resources that provide the ultimate breeding ground for outdoor enthusiasts like myself, and appreciative that our whole family has been able to enjoy the great outdoors together. Looking back on it, the experiences that my brother and I were provided growing up in the

outdoors in Vermont were anything but average. They were extraordinary. Thanks dad and mom. Chris Adams of Rutland is an avid bass fisherman who lives to fish Lake Champlain and other small bodies of water in the Green Mountain State. A second-generation tournament angler, Adams has dozens of tournament victories and top finishes to his name. When he’s not on the water, he enjoys deer hunting, coaching hockey and spending time with his family, his fiancée Julia and their black lab, Bauer.

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Bird Watching:

The Carver's Daughter

Red-bellied Woodpecker by Janice Bauch, who is one of the contributing artists to the Breeding Bird Atlas exhibit. Cards and prints are available at the Birds of Vermont Museum.

I sat in my health class, knowing I was doomed. I had all the symptoms: obsession, distraction, longing ... I began to feel huge tears welling up inside me. Life as I'd known it before was over. My teacher led me into the hall. "What's the matter, dear?" she asked, putting her arm around me. "I couldn't help it!" I sobbed. "It's not my fault! He made me do it!" She looked very concerned. "Who did, dear?" "My – my father!" "What – did he do?" "He – he gave me – binoculars!" It happened on my birthday. We were sitting around the kitchen table, and there were two gifts from my father before me. Both were

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carefully wrapped in the comic pages from the newspaper – he and Gale were recycling before recycling was popular. Two innocent packages that were about to change my life forever. Kid fashion, I opened the biggest one first. As the paper fell away – the last moments of my youthful innocence – I saw that I held a box containing a brand new pair of Nikon binoculars. I looked up. I'd been hoping for books.

"They're the best," my father said excitedly. "Small and light, but with great optics. 8x24. That means they magnify eight times the naked eye. Twenty-four is the size of the objective lens. That means they have a superior light gathering ability." He must have registered my lack of enthusiasm. "They're what everybody has now," he added. I was pretty sure none of the kids at school had Nikon 8x24s with superior light gathering ability. He must mean his birding buddies – folks who wore mud boots year round, baggy clothes with lots of pockets, dorky hats and were always talking about their allimportant life lists.

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Bird Watching: Bob Spear is the founder and the Master Wood Carver for the Birds of Vermont Museum in Huntington. His daughter, Kari Jo Spear, watched him bird, carve and build a museum since she was a young girl. Rather than carving, she has used

her artistic abilities primarily in writing and photography, but her father has still influenced her in many ways. In addition to her novels, she has written a series of articles called the Wood Carver’s Daughter for the Birds of Vermont Museum.

"You'll need this, too," my father went on, pushing the other present toward me. It was a book, but it wasn't fiction. It was “Birds of North America.” "Wow," I said. He chose to interpret that as excitement. "Figured you were old enough," he said. He dug my new binoculars out of their Styrofoam packaging as though he was dying to get his hands on them. "This is where you focus," he said, like I didn't know what the knob in the middle was for. I'd played with his binoculars when I was younger. I liked looking through a lens backward – it made everything seem really far away. My father carried his binoculars with him wherever he went. I'd never seem him use them when he was actually driving, but I wouldn't put it past him if something for his life list flew over. He was waiting for me to do the obvious, so I picked them up. Well, I thought, this wasn't the end of the world. I got dragged on bird walks all the time, and it would be good not to have to stand around getting cold or swatting bugs, pretending I could see what everybody was so excited about. At least the binoculars were light, so my neck wouldn't break. I raised them and turned to the window where a bunch of chickadees swarmed like bees around a feeder. I looked, focused and then – holy cow! I could see their eyeballs! And all the little feathers on their heads stood out. Their sharp beaks dug into the seeds they anchored to the branches of a lilac with their feet. My father chuckled. I lowered my binoculars quickly. Ten minutes had gone by. Huh. Then my father pushed the bird book toward me. "This is where you mark your life list," he said, pointing out pages and pages of bird names in the back.

The complete, yet growing, collection can be found through the Birds of Vermont Museum’s website: www.birdsofvemont.org. This article seemed suitable for Father’s Day and the myriad ways our fathers influence us.

Each name had a little box in front of it to be filled it. Like I was going to start a life list. The kids at school would never let me live it down. Not that anyone knew what a life list was anyway. "You've already got a bigger one than a lot of people," my father said, tapping his finger part way down a page. "Start here. You've seen common loons when we've been canoeing." "You mean, I can count species I've already seen?" "Sure." He pushed a pen at me. Dutifully, I filled in the box next to common loon. "Hey, can I count the red-throated loon we saw on Chincoteague?" I could remember him dragging my attention away from the wild ponies for that. "Of course." I filled in that one, too, and then flipped back a few pages. "I've seen lots of gulls." "Ah, but were they Ringbilled, or Herring?" I didn't know gulls came in different flavors. According to the book, there were at least half a dozen in Vermont regularly! "Burger King parking lot," my father said. "We'll eat there tonight and you can get two, maybe three species of gulls." Well, I wasn't going to say no to french fries. "And look! There are sparrows under the lilac. You can get two – no three – species right now!" I had my binoculars up before I'd even realized it. When I looked down a few minutes later, my father had my book open to the sparrow section. He had a grin on his face. Darn it, I thought. He's done it to me again. This article is also online at www.bovm.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/the-birdcarvers-daughter-part-5-my-addiction. Kari Jo Spear’s young adult novels, Under the Willow and Silent One, are available at www.amazon.com, www.bn.com, and in Phoenix Books (Essex and Burlington).

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Father’s Day:

When I Think of Dad

Brian Lang’s father, at the wheel pulling his son on the ski while his sister watches from the back of the boat.

When I think of Dad, I think back on all the places he took us growing up and the adventures we had. Camping trips, fishing trips, hunting trips, they all have their special flavor, and like a new recipe, you never know going in just exactly what will be the end result. As I recall, some of the times Dad

made us laugh the hardest, some of them involved a time in which Dad seems to mysteriously vanish at the most unexpected times, although not entirely his fault. “The conditions are perfect!” Dad would exclaim, trying to get us to spend the last few minutes of daylight driving the boat so he could water ski

on the glass-like surface. “You never know when you’ll get to ski with it calm like this again!” His enthusiasm brought us out on the water – hardly a bad thing – and he would get to zip around behind us like a kid in a playground as the setting sun reflected pink on the smooth water. After many trips, we perhaps didn’t

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Father’s Day: watch him as closely as we should have, and tended to look more at the scenery than watch Dad jump over the wake again. Mom was driving the boat, and my sister and I were in the bow enjoying the boat ride. We were cruising along uneventfully, when I glanced behind us and noticed Dad was not there! The handle of the tow rope bounced lonely along on top of the wake, and though I strained my eyes to look as far as possible behind us, I could not see my father. “Mom, he’s gone!” I yelled to my mother, who popped out of her trance staring toward the bow and turned to watch the handle skimming over the water, dumbfounded. We spun around and headed back

the way we came. There were no other boats around, but we didn’t know if he was hurt. We were relieved when we spotted him bobbing along, holding his ski up so we could see him. “Nice of you to come back,” he deadpanned, not impressed. He had gotten tired and decided to let go, and as he did he got to watch the boat disappear without hesitation toward the horizon. Sorry, Dad. Years later, Dad got a new boat. On one of the first voyages, we were approaching a shoreline of gravel and many fist-sized rocks. To avoid damaging the shiny, new fiberglass hull, Dad was poised at the back of the boat and planned to hop

out and hold the boat as we idled in toward land. It turned out to be quite a drop off. When the bow of the boat was mere feet from the rocks, Dad leapt confidently out the back of the boat and promptly disappeared as if flushed down a toilet. All that was left was his foam and mesh fire department hat, half floating at the surface, surrounded by a couple of bubbles in the water where he was expecting to be standing knee deep in the water. After several seconds, he broke back through the surface where he sputtered in shock and found my mother and me laughing hysterically. Sorry, Dad. Happy Fathers Day.

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Fishing:

Smallmouth Bass on the Fly

May and June is the time to tangle with outsized smallmouth on a fly rod. Stream & Brook Fly Fishing client Terry Hall grew up bass fishing, but this bronzeback, caught last June, was only his second bass on a fly rod. It mreasured 22 inches.

The smallmouth bass is one of the toughest-fighting freshwater fish in North America. Pound for pound, most anglers consider it one of the best sportfish on the planet. Luckily here in Vermont we have an endless number of “bronzebacks”

to chase! They are found in ponds, lakes, small streams, large rivers and everywhere in between. Lake Champlain and its tributaries are my favorite places to target trophy smallmouths on the fly. I fish for them in many different

rivers that flow into Lake Champlain in Vermont and New York. Lake Champlain is known as one of the top bass lakes in the country. ESPN even shows bass tournaments from the lake. Some of the biggest, meanest,

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Stream & Brook Fly Fishing clients Mike Press of Massachusetts (left) and Tony from Connecticut were able to hook up with big smallmouth bass on the fly rod on trips in May.

tackle-bustin’ smallmouths spawn in its tributaries every spring. It just depends on flow and water temperatures and I look forward to it every year. Spawning usually occurs in April and May, when water temperatures reach 59 to 63 degrees Fahrenheit. Once in the rivers and finished spawning they tend to linger for a few weeks which means you can still find some around into June before they all head back to the lake. Don’t be surprised to catch a steelhead or two while targeting smallmouths as some are still in the Lake Champlain tributaries right now.

I also love guiding clients to this run of fish. Sometimes our clients decide to book a “split trip” with smallmouth at first light than two hours later we chase trout or pike on another river. Many times we just keep looking for bass and the clients say the heck with trout for the day. They crush big streamers and fight hard – many times jumping and tailwalking a few times before getting them in the net. On a good outing you can expect to catch and release 6 to 12 of them with the average being 14 to 16 inches, with a few over 19 inches,

and maybe even one in the 20 to 22 inch range. Just a reminder when smallmouths are up in the rivers from Lake Champlain they are there to spawn. These are the breeder fish and we want them to continue on their journey and come back next year. It is catch and release only. Please land the fish quickly, use a net, wet your hands and keep the fish in the water as your buddy is getting ready to take the “Grip and Grin” hero shot. If you are spin fishing please consider changing the treble hooks

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Another nice smallmouth caught in May

on lures over to single hooks. For rods I carry a pair of Rock River Rods – made in Vermont in Waitsfield – 5 weight and an 8 weight. I fish a small Woolly Bugger or nymph rig on the 5 weight and a very large streamer on the 8 weight. For tippet and leader I would suggest a 7½-foot leader that is 12-pound test on the bigger rod and a 9-foot 8-pound test on the smaller rod. Water levels and clarity help choose the flies.

You don’t need lots of fancy flies to fool a smallmouth this time of year. Bring a few cone-headed Woolly Buggers in black, olive and white. A few Clouser Minnow’s in bright colors like white/lime green, red/white and yellow/orange. Add a few Zonkers to your fly box and you are set. Pretty much any streamer that imitates a leech, sculpin, minnow or crayfish will work. You can also do very well “nymphing” for smallies. Try big Golden Stones, Prince

Nymph’s, Hare’s Ears and Red Copper Johns among others. Old timers swear by big Hellgrammite flies! It is possible to even catch them on dry flies and terrestrials. Some proven patterns for me are the Ausable Wulff, Orange Stimulator, Dave’s Hopper, Floater in the Pool and the Fat Albert. If a natural drift over them does not get any looks try skating by them or even slapping the flies down on the water hard. Wear polarized sunglasses and be

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Stream & Brook Fly Fishing co-owner Brian Cadoret caught this 19¼-inch bronzeback in Lewis Creek last month.

stealthy. You may just see a nearBrian Cadoret of Middlebury is a state-record smallmouth swimming guide and co-owner of Stream and around … will you be ready? Brook Fly Fishing. He's on the pro See you on the river! team for Rock River Rods, a fly rod

and reel maker in Waitsfield, and he's on the fishing team for Jackson Kayak. Contact him at brian.cadoret@gmail.com.

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Vermont's State Fish

s we move into the month of June in the fly fishing world, many Vermont anglers are drawn to the pursuit of Vermont’s State Fish, the Vermont native brook trout (Salvelinus Fontinalis). Vermont’ s Fish & Wildlife Department has conducted years and Vermont’s brook trout numerous angling surveys over the still remains the most desirably

sought-after fish species Vermont’s waters have to offer. The last Fish and Wildlife survey indicates that nearly 80 percent of Vermont sportsmen still prefer fishing for brook trout in Vermont waters. Vermont has more than 2,000 miles of brook trout water dissecting the states spine of the green

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Fishing: trout, the gear is quite mountains. For most simple. anglers that would be ten For rods, anything lifetimes of opportunities. between a 2-weight and During my pursuit of 4-weight rod is ideal – trophy fish over the past 2½ generally no longer than decades of guiding, I have 7½ feet in length to keep fished from as far north as you out of the trees. Alberta and Labrador in My personal favorite is a Canada to as far south as 1968 Winston fiberglass the Southern Caribbean 7½-foot, 4-weight Islands. manufactured by the R.L Despite having fished Winston Company in San and guided in hundreds of Francisco, Calif. Even a beautiful locations, I still 6-inch brook trout will find myself drawn to pucker over this fiberglass Vermont’s mountain wand. streams in pursuit of a For leaders, 7½ feet, 4X, trophy that will fit in the 5X, and 6X are ideal. In palm of your hand. most situations 5X is the A walk up the mountain most suitable. beneath the canopy of trees, Flies too are very simple which shades those fishing since these fish are such holes beautifully, and opportunistic feeders. having the lime-green moss I almost always fish dry covered rocks cushioning my walk along the way is Essential gear to chase Vermont’s brook trout begins with a good flies and like to keep an assortment of Parachute sure to set the stage for a an map but is otherwise, pretty simple. Adams, Parachute Cahills, enjoyable fishing adventure. Sure, I have lots of fish photos dry fly from a gin-clear, bathtub Royal Wulffs and Elk Hair Caddis. For nymphs, Pheasant Tails, that any angler would cherish, but I sized pool in a Vermont mountain still am astonished by the beauty of stream. I am in awe that I can Princes and Zug Bugs. And for streamers, small a wild, native Vermont brook trout. actually find fish living in such Conehead Muddlers and Olive There is nothing like the rush of beautiful places. When fishing for mountain brook Woolly Buggers. having that brookie burst out at my

Most races and competitions. There will be some allowance for fishing tournaments, some shooting events, and a few others, but we’re not interested in 5k, 10k, half marathons, triathlons, bike races, ski races, swim meets, auto/motorcycle races, adventure races and similar events that are already covered by other publications and local newspapers. Also, no golf, Frisbee games, dog shows (unless they’re bird dogs), gardening, backyard birding, polo, team sports, well you get the idea. We have to draw the line somewhere, and this is a good starting point. Some things will be on a case-by-case basis. It never hurts to ask.

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Fishing for brook trout in Vermont’s mountain streams can be a cozy affair as these two guided clients of The Fly Rod Shop in Stowe can attest.

If you are looking to start a new begin at an elevation of 2,000 feet summer. These are ideal conditions passion of pursuing high mountain or higher are ideal starting points for native brook trout. trout streams, Vermont’s When I am fishing a Gazetteer can be a great Vermont brook trout There is nothing like the rush of having start to locate a new honey stream my preference is to that brookie burst out at my dry fly from hole. fish upstream to allow my a gin-clear, bathtub sized pool in a If you are trying to locate fly to be the first thing fish Vermont mountain stream. brook trout streams, you see. can start in Vermont’s As the fly drifts towards southern most counties of and stay frigid throughout the entire you, strikes can occur right at your Bennington or Windham and fish summer. feet, so keeping a tight line your way to Vermont’s northern It’s rare to venture into the high throughout your drift will allow you counties of Franklin, Orleans and mountain elevation streams and find a higher strike-to-land ratio. Essex and everything in between. water temperatures over 60 degrees, Try to work short one to four foot Any streams with headwaters that even during the dog days of drifts to minimize snags. Page 58 • Vermont’s Great Outdoors Magazine • June 2013

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A nice Vermont brook trout is played after hitting a Light Cahill.

Seasoned anglers know not to just fish obvious pools of significant size that will hold obvious fish, but obviously these spots are fished by most fishermen. Try to cover any piece of water that looks even a little bit fishy because highly productive streams will hold fish in the most unlikely places.

As I plan for my summer trophy fish angling adventures, you can rest assured that during the next three to four months I’ll be fishing Vermont’s brook trout streams in pursuit of those 6- to 12-inch brook trout. I’ll be starting at the streams I have not yet fished and can’t wait to see what surprises lay around those rivers next bends.

Bob Shannon is the owner and head guide at The Fly Rod Shop in Stowe. He has more than 25 years of experience teaching fly fishing and is a member of the St. Croix Pro Staff as well as an ambassador for Simms Fishing Products. He currently serves on the board for Lake Champlain International and is on the Vermont Fish & Wildlife board.

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Fishing:

Lewis Creek Smallmouth

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May 3 Lewis Creek Smallmouth

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Vermont’s River Monsters

Jeremy Wade, start of the television show “River Monsters” shows off the bowfin he caught while in Vermont in 2012.

I have been a pretty lucky guy much of my life. I have been able to put a whole lot of time into following my passion of fishing, I have had some women who were far more beautiful than I deserve share my life and I have had some

amazing opportunities. Few experiences compared to the email I received in March 2012. I read the email, read it again, and read it for a third time. Then I did a quick Internet search to make sure it was real. Icon Films wanted me to guide

Jeremy Wade while he was in Vermont filming River Monsters in May. Nothing but a series of expletives came out of my mouth for about 10 minutes. I was incredulous. The River Monsters crew was after a number of species that are

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Fishing: found in Lake Champlain. They of the crew got to Vermont. They And here I was meeting fishing were originally after muskies and were still traveling here from rock star Jeremy Wade for the first when they had contacted the U.S. Central America where they had time and I had to put him on bowfin. Fish and Wildlife service they were been chasing tarpon. Not ideal conditions. Dominic had great energy and it directed to me. We all met up and got our game I told them that muskies would be was pretty obvious that he was plan together. I was ready. I signed pretty tough during the time frame excited about the possibilities I had the contract. that they were going to be here but offered up. He had some great notes This was serious business. I could that there were other options out and had definitely done his research. not talk about or mention anything Soon a plan was hatched. I had about what we were doing anywhere there. And so it began! A series of emails and phone calls been spending a whole lot of time in any media until after the show on the water making sure that the aired. started after that. I was still a bit stunned. I was fish that they wanted were around Boy, this was going to be a long going to have the most recognized and willing. year! What a secret to keep too! angler in the world in my The crew got in the boats canoe with me! with Tim and Marty. Great This was serious business. I could not Talk about some serious guys one and all! press time and let's just put it They were going to meet us talk about or mention anything about out there: it doesn't get any at the filming location in a few what we were doing anywhere in any cooler than that! Seriously. minutes. I was going to paddle media until after the show aired. Boy, How many people in the down to where the bowfin this was going to be a long year! world can say that they have were with Jeremy in my What a secret to keep too! had that chance? And I didn't canoe. So cool! want to blow it! We chatted quite a bit, I got the ball rolling at work. I Just that morning I was out on the talking mostly about (surprise, talked to my team at school and lake talking on the phone with surprise!) fish and fishing. We are made sure it was cool with them Dominic and got into a nice bowfin. both very passionate about the topic (thank you so much Mike, Kathy, It was on! and got along very well. Amelia, Nancy and Brian!) and then A couple of days later I was out after It took a while to find the fish. checked in with the principal to see work fishing and the phone rang. The overcast skies were not helping if it was alright to have a flexible It was the call I had been matters. We started picking up schedule and take unpaid days off expecting. Jeremy. I asked him to bowfin though. I love those fish! (thank you Karsten!). All set there! hold on for just a second while I It is such a different ballgame to I also checked in with my friend landed a smallmouth. What a great fish with a camera crew though. You Tom Rosenbauer at Orvis to see if start to the conversation! really have to shift your thinking there was anything they wanted me We talked about what we had and let them lead the action. Very to put in Jeremy's hands. There was planned for the trip and I was getting different from when I guide. and I soon had a Helios/Mirage even more jazzed up than I had I was still guiding but I did have 9-weight outfit to have on camera! been. Wow. Of course I had to fish to change how I normally spot fish I also needed a couple of other for a bit after that too. to fit in with the theme of the show. boats for the camera and crew. I So we got a couple of bowfin The first day on the water arrived. made some calls and my great What a horrible day weather wise. under our belt and then James, the friends Marty and Tim Sienkiewycz Gray, overcast skies. The wind was camera guy, asks if he can get into were more than happy to help out! up a bit too. Rain was in the the canoe with me and Jeremy. Sure! I met with the director, Dominic forecast. Just not pleasant weather I said. Weston, for a meal before the rest to be out in. Have you ever seen the crazy Page 63 • Vermont’s Great Outdoors Magazine • June 2013

Fishing: camera outfits they use for shooting HD television? They are pretty awesome to look at but weigh a ton. James got in the canoe right behind Jeremy. Then the boat didn't budge. Crap! What was going on? Oh ... a stump under the canoe ... problem solved. I can't wait to see the footage from that. We got a couple of fish in the boat and it started to rain fairly hard. It was lunchtime and we were all ready for a break. We went to the only area of dry land we could find nearby. Not ideal, but better than nothing. But as we disembarked from the boats to walk through the muck to get out of the rain disaster struck. Dominic tripped and went face first into the water landing on the remote monitor he used to watch what was being filmed. It is not absolutely critical to filming, but does help a lot ... and it costs a pretty penny too (thousands). The best part was listening to James talk about how he has trashed several cameras in the course of filming for the show (at $25,000 a pop!). We got back out filming. I wanted to see Jeremy get into a big female. I wanted a big fish in the boat. We were in this patch of dead cattails and I saw a nice big girl next to us. I pointed her out. She was pretty tight against the boat and I knew it was tough for Jeremy to see. I put him in the general area and he wasn't quite there so I asked if he wanted an assist ... I grabbed the line and wiggled it in front of her. WHAM! It was on! Nice bowfin

indeed! The fish went nutso in the weed growth and we both ended up out of the boat to land her. It was pretty cold being early May and an overcast day, but when I saw Jeremy go in I knew I had to do it too. Totally worth it! Great fish – 29 inches and a bit over 9 pounds. Jeremy had a Master Class bowfin on the fly! After that the weather got worse and the camera lens was getting wet. It became impossible to film any more. We decided to high tail it out of there. It was a shorter day than I planned but completely worth it. After getting everything loaded up (with Jeremy's help) I went home to a nice, long, hot shower. One of the other species that the River Monsters crew wanted to get into while in Vermont was the longnose gar – another of my specialties. It was May and that can be a

mixed blessing when it comes to gar. They are definitely around and can be found in large concentrations when they are spawning. However, they are not always the easiest to get to take when they are in that spawn mode. One of the things that is hard to understand when watching the show is just how much background work everyone does. Jeremy has a lot of pressure on him to produce fish and everyone else has their jobs too. The director, Dominic Weston in this case, has to do all the background homework on the fish that they are targeting in order to bring the most dramatic story to the television audience. The same applies to the guides that take them out. There is a lot of work that goes into locating the fish as well as the knowledge it takes to catch them. I had been on the lookout for gar. In 2011 the gar were found in good

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numbers up in smaller tributaries because of the record high levels in Lake Champlain. There were fish all over the place and some really large fish too. I had my current personal best from that year – a 49-inch female that weighed about 12 pounds. An excellent fish and one that I wanted to repeat but unfortunately 2012 was a dramatically different year. The water levels in the lake in May last year were about 5 feet shallower than the year before. It was a mostly dry spring and I was not finding the fish where I had before. I started looking all over the place. I was doing long solo paddles in my canoe looking for fish. Several days I paddled more than 10 miles looking for fish. One of those days was into a 15 mph head wind – yes, I love weather forecasters (they said it was

supposed to be a 6 mph breeze from the west, not the 15 mph from the north!). I was checking all of my usual spots and I was making phone calls galore to anyone and everyone who I knew who was out fishing or had knowledge. I started to find them. They were in the small creeks, but not in good numbers. I also found a spot on the lake where they were in good numbers and willing to take the fly. I finally had a game plan for when I was to meet up with them again. Marty and Tim had the camera boats ready too. I met the River Monsters crew and headed south to meet Marty and Tim. They were at a spot where the carp were congregating. Dominic and Jeremy were interested in checking that place out to. Hey, big congregations of fish in shallow water? Good filming

opportunities even if it wasn’t what they were after. As we got there I saw Marty and Tim on the water. Marty had a fish on and they had no net. I ran back to the truck to grab one. Nice carp on the fly and the whole crew was watching and talking. A good start to the day. We got some pics for Marty and as I walked back across the dam I noticed something. Something splashing in the water downstream … I shouted out an expletive and ran at top speed to check it out with Jeremy and Dominic in tow. I was hoping against hope that what I was seeing was really what I was seeing. Indeed it was! Dozens of them … including all the others porpoising around, maybe as many as 100. It was a great congregation! The fish were everywhere. Most of them were well over 36 inches and there were some serious bruisers in there. Definitely some contenders for the state record were sitting in front of us. It was a dream come true! Everyone was pretty psyched. We got everything set up. Jeremy had the Helios 9-weight that I rigged up with a gar fly. He was casting pretty well. The time that he had just spent in Nicaragua chasing tarpon with a 12-weight out of a float tube had definitely made a difference. He was definitely vastly improved from his time chasing taimen – an episode that many fly-rodders had panned because of his casting. Jeremy is a quick study and I gave him some pointers with casting. That definitely helped out as well. His double haul was great.

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Fishing: Unfortunately the gar weren’t being as cooperative as we would have liked. The rope fly was in the right spot. He was working it the way it needed to be worked. He was putting it right in the middle of the spawning congregation. We tried different colors. We worked all sorts of different angles to get those fish on the typical gar fly. No dice. We took a lunch break. I asked if it was alright to give it a try myself. I have had good luck with smaller flies put right in their face. They seem to get a bit upset about something in their personal space like that and swat at them. That is how I have done so well in the spring time with gar. I put on a small fly that was bright and in your face. I started working it close to some of the bigger girls near the bank. The snapping started. They don’t like it when things are in their face. The big trick is to get a decent hook set. That isn’t always the easy part. The gar’s mouth is all bone. It takes a very sharp hook to stick in there combined with a constantly tight line to keep them on and a good measure of luck thrown in to boot. Even having done this many years myself I would say that my hook-up to land ratio with this kind of gar fishing is about 30 percent ... not great. I got one on. It was a nice fish. A beast actually. Everyone was watching and once it cooled down enough Jeremy helped me to land it. I broke my personal best. It was 51 inches. We

didn’t weigh it but I am sure it would have been close to or beaten the current state record. There was no way I was going to keep that fish to get that now though. I had a job to do… Marty took a turn on the cork. He hooked a fish just like I had but it took off and broke off the bright fly that I had. I had other similar flies (they were my bowfin specials) but none as bright as that. I was sure we could get into some fish. Jeremy is the consummate angler. He learns by example extremely quickly. He got the gist of what I was doing and soon was into fish. He got a decent male fish to start things off. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it was in the low 40 inch range. It was decidedly male and extremely excited. I noticed all the milt that was now covering Jeremy’s legs. The off-color comment that the

cameraman James made had everyone holding their sides. The rest of the afternoon was pretty much a touch and go situation. Jeremy would have a fish on (collective, silent roar of excitement) only to lose it shortly thereafter (collective let down). Repeat. I gave him some tips – especially noting that it was critical to keep a very tight line on them and to keep the rod up. Fight them with the rod in the air not off to the side. That is what has worked for me best. Keep the fight as short as possible. We had pretty strong tippet on (16-pound Orvis AR) that could handle any of these fish. We were at it hours. He got into a few smaller fish but the bigger ones had been eluding him. There were several that were just beasts; 5 or 6 inches across the back They were there. You could

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practically touch them. James was getting awesome footage underwater of them and you can definitely see that really well in the show. It is so cool to see that many big fish spawning in one place. The rocks were covered in gar eggs. I told them about how they are poisonous to eat for mammals. It was cool to see that fact make it into the show as one of the bumpers between commercials. I smiled a knowing smile when I saw that. Jeremy had a good fish on. It was hooked in the fleshy part of the jaw too! We all had our collective fingers crossed. He played the fish very well and had on my Buff work gloves to help him land the fish. He got it in the shallows and landed it.

AWESOME! He had a nice big female gar. He got the footage of the fish that they needed and we all took some pictures of him with it. One of the great things about gar is that they can breathe air. Keeping them moist helps to keep them safe (which we did) but it allows a lot more safe handling time than many other fish. Darn handy for a fishing show! We were all smiles after that. I was asked to help out as a camera boat to get some footage of Jeremy walking along the bank. I went and grabbed the canoe to get the shots. It is pretty interesting how much they shoot and how they want the boat placed. I think we spent 45 minutes or more filming the walking scene from all sorts of different

angles. We were all pretty tired after that all concluded but Marty had invited all of us over to his house for dinner later that evening. I have to admit a guilty bit of the day though ... Jeremy's gar was 49 inches ... mine was 51 inches. It still puts a grin on my face to think that I outfished Jeremy Wade one day. His collective experience far outweighs mine, but for that one day I got the bigger gar! Drew Price owns Master Class Angling, a fly-fishing guide service and the only warm-water oriented flyfishing guide service in Vermont. He can be reached through his website at www.masterclassangling.com. He writes about his adventures on his blog, where this story originally appeared, at www.dponthefly.blogspot.com.

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Fishing:

A Family Affair

Jeff Warner had plenty of help from his kids Ryan and Sophie landing this channel catfish.

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Fishing:

The Warners Fishing with worms on the bottom of the river near their home May 12, Jeff Warner hooked a big catfish. It was a battle as it took Warner quite a while before the big fish even showed itself at the surface. As kids Ryan and Sophie cheered, mom, Jodi Warner, recorded the events with her camera.

As Jeff battled the channel cat, Ryan was ready with the net. When Dad got the fish near shore, Ryan quickly scooped it up with an assist from Dad. The digital scale read 20.26 pounds. With both kids flanking him, Warner quickly returned the fish to the water to fight another day. The family spends a lot of time at the river and has started doing a little night fishing as fears of bugs and the dark have been overcome. Don’t expect these folks to give up any family fishing hole secrets though. It’s “a river in western Vermont,”

is all they’re saying. “It's our favorite river to fish at and you can find us there almost every weekend,” Jodi Warner said. It’s easy to see why.

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Lake Champlain International:

A successful hunt

t long last it was Connor’s turn. For as long as he can remember, Connor has watched me head into the woods of Maine, and Vermont to hunt. He remembers the days of packing and planning for trips to Ontario in search of a massive whitetail, biding his time until it would someday be his turn. He has watched his sister for the past few years load her gear in the truck for the Vermont Youth Weekend Hunts and, again wait for his turn. He had to stay home one fall while my wife, Karen, and I headed to moose camp in the hopes of filling her first ever moose tag. Yet another year when he would be told, “Soon buddy it will be your turn.” That turn would finally arrive in the fall of 2012. Connor and a few of his buddies successfully completed the Vermont Hunters Education Course (affectionately known as the Hunters Safety Course by us old guys), held at our shop at Beagle Outdoor Wear (shameless plug), now each with a new hunting license burning a hole in their collective pockets. Not content to wait for the deer season, Connor immediately hatched a plan to go on his first bear hunt. One

Connor Willett shows off his tom turkey. It was his first big-game animal.

evening we headed for a cornfield near our house in Morrisville that I knew was seeing it’s share of bear activity. When we arrived at the field edge and set up, I told Connor that because of the foliage cover and our proximity to the field, if we saw a bear it would

be close enough for him to get a good shot at. “How close?” was the wide-eyed question that followed, with a slight quiver in it’s tone. “Close enough” was my reply, not really considering the impact the

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Lake Champlain International: answer might have on my new hunter. Well suffice it to say that the uneasy feeling of a bear in his lap, and the unending barrage of black flies and mosquitoes, like a squadron of fighter jets ended our hunt after just a short period of time. None too soon in my opinion, personally I would rather be at the dentist than deal with mosquitoes, but that is another rant all together. Although our bear hunt was short lived, Connor was determined to fill a tag before deer season. This left us with birds, and not just any bird it had to be a turkey, the Granddaddy of them all. With just a few days left in the fall shotgun season we embarked on our quest … to get Connor his turkey and break the seal on his hunting career. A couple of close calls and one excellent decision not to shoot on my young hunter’s part, we were left with just one day in the season to get the deal done. Fortunately the final morning of the hunt would be his day. A good friend of mine owns a dairy farm and all turkey hunters know, there is nothing a turkey likes more in the fall than a dairy farm. The farmer, his father-in-law and his son had all tagged out, leaving the farm open for business, and Connor was quick to take them up on the invitation for the last morning of the season. Long before first light, on the last chilly morning of the fall 2012 season, we found ourselves – me and my new hunting buddy – set up waiting for his turkey to fly down. It was not long and we started hearing the flock flying down into the field and soon the morning was alive with clucks and yelps. That is when the real excitement started. We watched for what seemed like

forever as multiple birds fed in the field about 100 yards out. I glassed the field and watched the flock, all the while hearing in one ear “Dad what do you see, are there any big ones?” As we all know, hens are fair game in Vermont in the fall so when two finally broke off from the group and started our direction, I was pretty sure he would want to try his luck at one of them. Now anyone who has hunted with a child before, or any first time hunter for that matter; knows that the first time they shoot at an animal, there is really no telling how it will go. Sometimes they shoot too soon, other times there is no shot at all. Having anticipated his excitement and factoring in nerves, Connor and I had a plan. He would listen, and I would talk. No point in clouding the plan with details, hunter listen – guide talk. Works every time on TV, right? Well, they are not always working with an excited 9-year-old on TV, but fortunately for this guide, when it comes to hunting my guy is no normal 9-year-old. Connor has an “old soul” I like to say, and his Papa (my Dad) would have been proud that day. Cool, calm and collected – while panting like a black Lab after a duck. I held him off until the birds were about 25 yards away. Any farther away and the shot would be iffy. Wait for them to get closer and cool, calm, collected Connor would have lost his mind, as would I. When one of the hens finally presented a shot, all I had to say was “take her” and Connor made a great shot. The bird rolled over and the party started. We had what seemed like every

turkey in the county flying out of the field and the only thing brighter than the rising son was the smile on Connor’s face. He did it. His first turkey. A hunter was born that day for sure. Up to that point Connor had always had a question for me that I could not give a simple answer to. “Dad, what goes on in the woods that gets you, and made Papa get up at 3:00 in the morning?” In a two day span of time, Connor learned the answer for himself. He learned what it is that wakes and pulls us out of a nice warm bed when most sane people would stay put. He has seen firsthand the “thing” that will make a group of normally logical grown men, pile into a truck and drive for 26 hours in search of a deer. In that short period of time, Connor learned that it is not a “thing” that draws us to the woods to hunt. It is more than that, it is part of us and who we are. Connor learned on that day in the fall of 2012 that he is a hunter, and that is what draws us. It is not a thing – it is who he is. An avid hunter and outdoorsman, Emile enjoys spending as much time as possible with his family and friends, and could not think of any better hunting partners than his two children Brooke and Connor. Emile lives in Morrisville with his children, his wife Karen and their German Shorthaired Pointer, Oakley. Emile is co-owner of Beagle Outdoor Wear, manufacturer of the highest quality wool outerwear which is based in the beautiful Green Mountains of Johnson, Vermont. Emile can be reached at 802.635.9200 or by emailing him at ewillett@beaglewear.com

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Sacred Hunter:

Stalking the Wild Asparagus

hen I was a young man in high school in Beaver, Pa., which in the 1960s was the heart of the burgeoning steel industry, my mother used to hang our bed sheets out to dry on a line and I would marvel at the small rust colored rings that formed on the crisp white linens. It looked like tie-died “hippy”

clothing. In the center of the ring was a tiny iron particle that had attached to the sheet by floating through the heavy air. Its origin was the steel mills spewing particulates and smoke into the air. We all took it for granted that this was “progress” and we should be grateful for the chance to live in

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Sacred Hunter: such a prosperous country. It never occurred to me what we were doing to the environment. The “environmental movement” was just beginning. They called it “ecology” and a very small group of eccentric individuals embraced this counter-culture, wearing peace signs and claiming they wanted to “get back to the land.” One of them wrote a book called “Stalking the Wild Asparagus.” In our high school, everyone was focused on Friday night’s football game and who had the fastest muscle car. This alternative group of rebels were joining what they called a “movement” that a lot of people feared would topple the status quo. My friends and I sat in the school hallways and made fun of “them.” We joked that Euell Gibbons, the author of “Stalking the Wild Asparagus” was actually a direct descendent of a simian culture and that the concept of “natural food” was foolish. Isn’t all food “natural?” Why eat vegetables that grow in a ditch when you can buy clean, unusually large and well-polished varieties in the supermarket? Fast forward to the present. The “Environmental Movement” has evolved and been inculcated into the common fabric of our society. Everyone is at least aware of the impacts of pollution, ecosystem sanctioned corporate-produced food supply? Because of what I have learned over the years as a degradation, etc. We talk of habitat and clean water. We are aware of our problems, although there are still hunter and fishermen, I became fascinated with the detractors who feel that the environment vs. the concept that “pure” food could be healthier than processed food. After all, economy debate cannot be why did the venison, duck, resolved. It’s one or the goose, rabbit, squirrel, other. Personally, I believe Because of what I have learned over the moose and bear taste so that without a healthy years as a hunter and fishermen, I became much better than anything environment, we cannot fascinated with the concept that “pure” food I could buy in a store? I possibly sustain a healthy could be healthier than processed food. hypothesized that it had to economy over time. do with the quality of life Our food is now produced by corporations that splice DNA together to of the organism. My animals were free to roam the create prettier, larger tomatoes, corn, soybeans, etc. and earth, seeking their sustenance from natural sources. now we are headed toward the first genetically Their life, although hard at times, was free and modified meat, farm-raised salmon that will not even beautiful. I postulated that perhaps that beauty, that freedom, need to be designated as a Genetically Modified Organism. Remember the sci-fi film back in the 70’s, that universal quality of spirit, was ingrained in their “Soylent Green”, where the government produced a DNA and thus, in their flesh. By ingesting their flesh, “super-food” that could replace all the other sources of with a blessing of gratitude, was I not then also nutrition? Are we headed toward a government absorbing their spirit? Page 75 • Vermont’s Great Outdoors Magazine • June 2013

Sacred Hunter: Taken one step further, if I learned to locate plants that grew naturally in the woods, swamps, steams and ditches, would they not also have spiritual qualities like that of my animals? I became more curious about this way of thinking and began to study the environments that might support such life. I asked some old-timers who seemed to know how to live well in spite of having few material possessions. It was these elders that taught me about fiddleheads, leeks (also known as “ramps”), dandelion greens, mushrooms, berries and nuts. Then one day, I met a man who showed me pictures of several pounds of my favorite vegetable, asparagus. Randy Bibeau, of Vergennes VT, has mastered the art of locating these wild edibles and he shared his knowledge with me. I became obsessed with locating the dying stalks, gone to seed in the mid-summer heat, and drove hundreds of miles of back roads with my Northern Cartographic map by my side. Every time I spotted a plant I would mark it on the map with a circle with an “A” in the middle. I collected 20 spots in my first year. Randy had taught me that it is imperative that I search for these plots, although the actual stalks had passed and gone to seed, because the following year, those seeds would sprout quickly when the ground temperature reached the mid-60s. During hot weather – like what we experienced here in VT during the first week of May, the plant can grow as much as 6 inches per day. During periods of unusual warmth, I learned to check on my plots daily, many of them yielding three to six newly sprouted stalks

each day. Recently I took my wife, Katie and her friend, Kelli Wellings of Addison, on an asparagus stalking drive. We drove down an old dirt road near a farm, where an old fence had once stood and now the barbed wire and aged posts hung drearily close to the ground. I was telling them about how the plant likes a saline habitat and thus, any time roads salt is used in winter, it

thrives, when suddenly, I told Katie excitedly, “Slam on the brakes! There it is! There it is!” Katie and Kelli broke out laughing at my enthusiasm. Katie said something along the lines of “My God! You’d think he’d found a pot of gold! I haven’t seen you that excited in a long time!” I literally jumped out of the truck and called back to Kelli, “Hurry up! C’Mere! C’Mere!” I sprinted across

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Sacred Hunter:

the desolate road and parachuted into the ditch. “Whoo Hooo!” We’ve struck the jackpot!” We picked a dozen spears and then, with a feeling of great accomplishment, crawled back in the truck. Further down the road we hit another patch, even larger than the first. Nice big, thick-stalked spears near an old mailbox of a deserted trailer. I was elated. The girls were fascinated by my unbridled joy at finding such a treasure. And the season had just begun. Asparagus “season” runs

well into June in the Champlain Valley. On the ride home, I thought of my friend, Michael Hurley from Beaver, and how we used to make fun of old Euell, when all of a sudden I realized – Oh My God! I have become that person whom I used to satirize. Was I regressing physiologically to a simian or was I evolving into someone that found his spirit nurtured by a nature I had not understood? That evening we dined on roasted

asparagus and Lake Champlain poached salmon with sautéed wild leeks that I had harvested that morning. The sheets on the bed were clean and crisp with no iron deposits. Bradley Carleton is Executive Director of Sacred Hunter.org, a non-profit organization that is being formed to educate the public on the spiritual connection of man to nature and raises funds for Traditions Outdoor Mentoring.org, which mentors at-risk young men in outdoor pursuits.

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