|Pine marten, buck top hunter’s reunion|
IT HAPPENED just before 10 a.m. on opening day of the gun deer season last Saturday, deep in the national forest, when an old, gray-faced pine marten ran right under my ladder stand, jumped up on the side of the tree and stared me down eye to eye.
In fact, that marten was so old that its entire head, ears and all, was a white and gray mix. I’ve never seen anything like it before. The fur on its long, brown body had a yellow tinge to it, and its tail was so dark that it was nearly black.And I wondered, for a moment, if there was any way possible that it was the same animal I photographed on my first deer hunt there in 1989. Probably not, of course, but very old.
|Tuesday, November 20, 2012 4:13 PM|