Land Owner Relations; Advanced Studies

The new edition of Northwoods Sporting Journal found it's way to my mailbox yesterday, so today as I ate breakfast I cruised through it and found an interesting article, the subject of which needs to shared. Columnist Peter St. James wrote about a lawsuit in New Hampshire revolving around land use, and land owner relationships. The result of the lawsuit could have a terrible effect on outdoorsmen, and access to public land. Here are the main points of the article.

The set up.

*A land owner grants permission to a couple of hunters to use his land.

*Permission is contingent on the hunters shooting as many coyotes as possible.

The Issue

*One of the hunters falls out of a treestand on the property, and sues.

The Laws

*New Hampshire does not hold land owners liable for others lawfully using their land, provided a) the land owner warns others of dangerous condition on the land, and b) the land owner receives no compensation.

The Rub

*The injured party is claiming the treestand was unsafe, while the land owner claims no knowledge of said treestand.

*The injured party is claiming the contingency of shooting as many coyotes as possible is compensation.

*The injury was never reported to the Fish and Game, which means there is no record of it ever happening.

*There has also been allegations that the injured party had consumed alcohol before hunting, and may not have had a hunting license at the time of the accident.

The way I see it there are lessons to be learned here. Aside from the possible ethical violation of hunting without a license, basic safety conventions were ignored. One can not fall from a treestand if wearing a safety belt. One should also thoroughly inspect any stand they will be using. I won't even get started on the alcohol allegation. Land owners need to pay attention, too. How things are worded, as we may find out, could make a difference. An enthusiastic "shoot as many as possible" could be misconstrued, and received as "if you shoot as many as possible". Hopefully this litigation will not end up being the motivator in posted signs going up across the state; a state that traditionally has allowed access to lots of fantastic privately held lands.

Casualties Of War

     The ongoing military actions in the middle east have produced untold number of casualties, many returning home to the US in a flag draped coffin. Perhaps you've known some one lost to the aggression, or have a neighbor who's lost a relative. Even if you don't, it isn't terribly difficult to imagine the sorrow of losing a young loved one under such circumstances. The sorrow doesn't stop there, however, and if you've ever wondered whether your dog loved you, as you love it, or wondered to what extent the the bond was felt by your friend, you can stop wondering.

          When US Navy petty officer Jon Tumilson, one of the 22 Navy Seals killed in a helicopter crash on August 6th, was laid to rest recently, his chocolate Lab, Hawkeye, laid mournfully beside his casket during the entire ceremony.

     While we'll never be able to know what our dogs are thinking, the images above are certainly an indication that the bond, love, and commitment we share is deeper felt by our dogs than we'd ever imagined. Probably more so when you share a working relationship, such as with a gundog. Adding to the already long lists of worries that comes with the responsibility of owning a dog, I now will have indelibly etched into my mind, that I one day, too, will cause  a dog sorrow when I leave it behind.

     I make no claim of knowing where good dogs, and good dog men go when they depart us. I'd like to think they find themselves in endless cover,  filled with big beautiful birds that hold for points, and flush strong and hard. A place warm enough that your hands are never cold, cool enough that the dogs can run all day, and posted signs never existed. If there is such a place, and I hope there is, Jon may have to wait a few years until he's reunited with Hawkeye, but in the mean time I know a few good dogs that'll be happy to point, flush, and retrieve for him.

Facebook Expansion

While hurricane Irene passes through these parts, like most people I sit, waiting it out. But that doesn't mean I can't find ways to promote my website. So I've ventured into the realm of social networking, and created an All Seasons Outdoors facebook page. So if you are fluent in the language of the web, and find yourself keeping up with your various social circles via Facebook, please consider following All Seasons Outdoors. I'll be posting updates to Facebook, and may eventually have some exclusive Facebook content.

Things You Should Check Out, Bushcraft Edition

Anyone who's been reading this blog regularly knows I have a little bit of an interest in outdoor safety, and survival. Sooner or later, I'm going to find myself unexpectedly spending a night in the woods. In trying to Learn some techniques to make my night more manageable and dare I say it, comfortable, I started looking at bushcraft resources online. The idea being that I could turn a survival situation, into an incidental bushcraft expedition when the time arises. One resource I recently discovered is Bushcraft USA. http://www.bushcraftusa.com/forum/index.php
Bushcraft USA has an online store which stocks a variety of equipment, as well as having a lively forum where members exchange info, ideas, and expedition photos. One of the features of the forum I like is the online bushcraft curriculum. Members can study the instruction and videos, before practicing the skills. When they feel they've got command of the skill they then post pictures of their handy work for all to see. After they complete the entire curriculum, and their pictures are reviewed by a Bushcraft USA instructor, the student receives a certificate of completion. Check it out.

Action Alert, Follow Up

In my effort to follow, and hopefully help keep a lousy bill from becoming a lousy law, I decided I'd try to find out who were actually friends of the outdoors. House bill 2006 would stop all clear cutting on state lands, eliminating a valuable management tool, and I have a hard time believing that any conservation organization would be in favor of it. To be in favor of such a measure would be turning a blind eye to science, management practices, and the needs of many species dependent on early growth successional forest. Surely the Mass Audubon would not support such a thing. Well, it seems Mass Audubon may be a wolf in sheep's clothing. Here is the e-mail I sent them:

Ms. Johnson,
 
     I am writing to request a statement on Mass Audubon's Position
concerning Mass bill H2006,   An Act Prohibitting Clear Cutting In State
Forests And Parks. I would imagine Mass Audubon would be reluctant to support a bill that would take away a management tool from those tasked with managing and balancing our forests, especially when it would affect such a large variety of vertebrate. It is my position that some amount of clear cutting is essential to create the early growth successional forest needed to have a balanced healthy forest. I do not advocate whole sale clear cutting, but believe management cuts are nessecary to ensure species dependent on early growth successional forests do not decline.
 
     Thank you for taking time out of your busy day to endulge my request. I look forward to your reply.
 
Sincerely,
Larry Rich

Here is their reply:

Dear Mr. Rich,
 
Thank you for your inquiry regarding House Bill 2006, An Act Prohibiting Clear Cutting in State Forests and Parks. Around 6,000 bills are filed each session and only a handful become law.  Mass Audubon has not taken a formal position on this bill, but we have fully articulated our thoughts and recommendations regarding forestry practices on state lands in the attached position statement and letter to the Division of Fisheries and Wildlife.  Both have been shared with the environment committee which heard HB2006 and other forestry bills.  The letter to DFW discusses in detail the issue you raise below regarding habitat management.  The bill is not consistent with our position and we do not support this legislation.
 
Please let me know if you have any additional questions.  Heidi Ricci, Senior Policy Analyst, or Jen Ryan, our legislative director, are also available to discuss further.  They are copied on this email.
 
Laura
 
Laura Johnson
President, Mass Audubon

Here is one of the links Mass Audubon supplied:
http://www.massaudubon.org/PDF/advocacy/positionstatementdcrforestlandmanagement.pdf
I was unable to find paste the other link, but it says essentially the same thing.

Unfortunately, though Mass Audubon states they do not support the bill, reading their position statements, and many of their other advocacy positions, it seems as though they are really not big fans of any forestry, and are more concerned with preservation than conservation.

They can be reached through their website:
http://www.massaudubon.org/

Nostalgia

     I've been told by several friends, as I've discarded belongings of little perceived value, that I'm not a sentimental guy. My friends would readily snatch up things from our past that should have held some sentimental meanings, but had just become clutter. Perhaps there's some truth in the statement; I do tend to value practicality, and efficiency. But I'm not immune to the concept totally.

     The wife and I spent this past weekend in the Berkshires. She'd received a voucher for concert tickets as a bonus at work, and we were overdue for a long weekend get-a-way, so we were off to Tanglewood. Naturally, catering to the wife's whims for the weekend would allow me a little outdoor indulgence. I just couldn't let her know prior to our departure that I'd already calculated the price of my niceness. So on day two, as we drove around exploring I mentioned an old friend, Mac, just south of the Mass border that I'd not seen in some time, my father and I used to hunt Mac's farm, and I'd like to pay a quick visit. Sounded innocuous enough to be quickly agreed to, and a plan was set; Monday morning we'd drive down to visit Mac on his farm before having lunch in Great Barrington, and heading home.

     The ride south on Sunday quite definitely filled me a sense of nostalgia. The farm looked as it had the last time I was there, practically unchanged in ten years. Following the same pattern I had in the years when I hunted Mac's farm, I drove to the barn where Mac would often be found. The barn, however, held no sign of my friend, though clearly someone had recently been there, a wagon full of hay halfway backed into the barn. As I prepared to drive the 1/2 mile to the house I was greeted by a middle-aged gentleman who appeared himself to also be a farmer. Explaining that I was looking for Mac, I was informed that Mac had retired some years back, and was seldom at the barn anymore. I was somewhat surprised to hear of Mac's retirement. I hadn't ever thought of it, expecting some how that things would remain the same.

     At the house we were happily greeted by Mac, and his wife Linda. At 75 Mac had changed little. He looked older, but 10 years had passed since I'd last seen him, so it only stood to reason. The Mac I remembered had always kept a well trimmed beard, of a slightly reddish hue, and was never without a hat, but on this day he was shaved clean, and without a hat. He looked sharp in a tattersall, and work pants devoid of the usual stains one would expect to collect working livestock.

     Mac wasted no time filled me in on state of affairs in the woodlands that surrounded the farm. Seated in front of a laptop, Mac pulled up file after file of trail cam pictures; wide racked bucks in velvet, big coyotes, bobcats, and bears. Over the years a sow had taken up residence in the swamp below. Her and her two cubs were showing up regularly on trail cams, and a member of the family had to abandon his hunting plans one evening when her and her cubs were camped out under his treestand. But the real surprise came when he showed me this.

      Have you seen this photo before? I had. In fact, this photo had been e-mailed to me by a friend after he'd seen it circulating the Internet. Turns out this photo which was in a file on Mac's computer along with several others taken at different angles, had been published in a magazine, and online was taken on the farm. One of the pictures showed land features which I immediately recognized, and when I inquired, Mac confirmed that the picture was indeed taken where I thought it had, and that I had good recollection of the property. Turns out that over the years I'd hung treestands within 100 yards in either direction of the treestand in the picture. I'd even arrowed a decent 5 pointer, my first buck,  in that same wood lot back in '98.

 

     While every sportsman sees things that measure somewhere on the amazing scale every time they're in the outdoors, I'd found it amazing that I'd been so intimate with a small section of woodlands that has in some way found it's way into the limelight.


     Visiting Mac, and seeing the farm again was quite nostalgic. It's stirred in me, at least temporarily, a desire to get in some serious deer hunting, too. It was enjoyable catching up with someone who's generosity will never be forgotten, and  without a doubt I will return with offerings, as my father and I always did when we hunted the farm nearly 15 years ago. My only regret is not having had enough time to stick around long enough to enjoy a dram of single malt with Mac while listening to him play his bagpipes on the porch. Next time. I'll bring the Scotch.

An Appeal For The Doodles

            Questing for grouse we often find ourselves at the end of the world, where mountain streams flatten and slow through thick stands of young hardwoods before us like bars of a prison cell. We strain, sliding through where ever we can, boots being sucked under the terra, which for all accounts looks dead, though only dormant. Following the tinkling of a setter’s bell, or the animated bounce of a spaniel, the scene comes alive with the robotic, wind -up toy like flush of a Woodcock. This is why we're there; to see the awkward, overly erect flight of one of the uplands most mis-treated game birds.

            I've only ever met one woodcock hunter in my life, though I know many thrilled at the possibility of bring some to hand. Maybe that's why the timber doodle is mistreated as it is. Always playing second fiddle, the step brother of the uplands, a mere target of opportunity to those dedicated to the more picturesque, and storied ruffed grouse. Or maybe it's the commonalty of the bird; it's early return each spring allowing a couple weeks of training for dogs allowed to lay about during the winter months. In the fall, flights of fat birds fill coverts usually designed for other uses. Allowing sportsmen to proclaim a limit in record breaking time, is a trait of the woodcock, leaving one to believe the little bird undervalues itself as well.  It’s taste, too, could be a factor in this little bog suckers lack of faithful followers. Those who proclaim woodcock to be their favorite tasting game bird are few and far between, though there have been times when eating it, that I wonder why I hesitate to list it number one myself. The Bluefish of the uplands, many are eager to tie into, or swing through one, but few know what to do after that.

            The biggest abuse to fall upon the woodcock is when it's held in man's hands, and not decisions being made in the corporate board rooms, government offices, nor country lane farm houses. It's worst abuses are taking place in the kitchen. This delicate treat, which rivals the finest aged beef when prepared correctly, suffers the abomination of being serially over-cooked. The result is a nation of hunters ready to swear off the woodcock as un-palatable, likening the taste to liver. Yet, man controls all that is needed to see the reputation of the woodcock return to favor. All we must do is stop cooking.

            While I'm not advocating the eating of raw woodcock, though I'm sure I'd not be the first if I tried it,  I do believe we all need to take heed of our true culinary prowess, take off the apron, and turn off the heat . Cooked medium at best, medium-rare being optimal, this meat will rival any five star French bistro on the planet. Escargot may need bathing in hot butter and garlic, and haggis may need whisky by the dram, but woodcock needs nothing but the respect it deserves, and a little, just a little,  open flame. So this season, as the leaves turn colors, fall, and carpet the coverts we call home, make a commitment to get over your fear of eating meat cooked to anything less than Irish grey, and help the woodcock regain the respect it deserves.