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Will Maines


Trails & Tales


Will Maines is a native of the North Woods and an avid outdoorsman.
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But only if you have to
By Will Maines

LEGEND HAS IT that George Washington once said, after he had cut down a cherry tree, that he could not tell a lie. If George said that, then I submit George Washington never was a fisherman or a hunter during his otherwise distinguished lifetime.

I don’t believe any book of statutes officially condones it, and I know the Good Book does not, but I do know for a fact that it is the inalienable right of every fisherman and hunter to tell justifiable fibs and even, on occasion, bald-faced lies — and they do.

Actually there are several kinds of liars within the hunting

Tuesday, April 15, 2014 11:03 AM
 
We slugged it out, we did
By Will Maines

EVER SO SLOWLY we here in the North Woods are inching toward spring. So far it has been a battle between a winter which seems determined to stay and a spring arguing that it should take over. History tells us that eventually spring will be the victor.

In the meantime it is time to dream of the things we’ll do when spring is finally sprung, and to get all the gear ready we’ll need for our outdoor pursuits.

Normally I would be laying in heavy loads of No. 4 turkey shot, sifting through hunting clothes, cleaning and re-cleaning my 12 gauge and finding all the sundry other things I would need for turkey hunting.

I would be putting new four-pound

Tuesday, April 08, 2014 9:47 AM
 
Let the caregiving begin
By Will Maines

I AM NO expert when it comes to having surgery and recovering from surgery, but I guess I will become one over the next few months.

Last Thursday when I could have been minding my own business and happily watching the Wisconsin Badgers in their opening NCAA men’s basketball tournament game, I found myself instead getting my left shoulder sliced and diced to patch up what I did to it a month earlier when I crashed and burned in the American Birkebeiner.

Now, a week into recovery and a day away

Tuesday, April 01, 2014 9:34 AM
 
It was the hunt of dreams
By Will Maines

THE DARK OF night grudgingly gives way to the first dawn of light over the oak-covered ridge where a hunter sits silently in wait.

It is spring in Kentucky, and the hunter, a long way from his North Wisconsin home, is looking forward to a sun that will soon lift the temperature on his ridge from an early morning low of 40 to a bone-warming high of 75 later in the day.

It has been a hard, cold winter up north,

Tuesday, March 25, 2014 11:33 AM
 
When the old-timers go
By Will Maines

“WHEN THE President of the Old Duck Hunters’ Association Inc. (ODHA) died, the hearts of many men fell to the ground.” — “The Old Brown Mackinaw”

Gordon MacQuarrie wrote that line to begin one of his most poignant ODHA stories, a story in which he acknowledged the passing of the fictional Mr. President who had led the two-man organization since MacQuarrie began the series of stories in 1932.

In reality he was mourning the passing in 1938 of his beloved father-in-law, Al Peck, a Superior auto dealer who served as the model for Mr. President.

Today my heart has fallen to the ground. My Mr. President,

Tuesday, March 18, 2014 10:56 AM
 
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