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Will Maines


Trails & Tales


Will Maines is a native of the North Woods and an avid outdoorsman.
He can be reached at This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. .


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
 
The winter of our discontent
By Will Maines

WHEN WILLIAM Shakespeare opened “Richard III,” a play he wrote in 1594, with the line, “Now is the winter of our discontent,” I’m quite sure he was not talking about the nefarious King Richard III, subject of the play, as many historians contend, nor the “sun of York” during a Yorkshire winter.

No, I contend the Bard of Avon had been doing some time traveling and was talking instead about the cruelties of a long, cold winter in north Wisconsin during the years 2013-’14.

I think, looking at what we have suffered through for

Tuesday, March 11, 2014 1:18 PM
 
Can’t beat beans, bacon and bread
By Will Maines

IT MAY BE a figment of my imagination, but I do believe that the very best meals I have ever eaten in my life have been cooked over an open campfire. Whether it be on a hunting expedition, fishing trip, camping outing or just a plain old picnic, food tastes better when one eats it while watching waves lap upon the shore of a quiet lake or along a roistering trout stream or in a duck blind or in the shadow of a Rocky Mountains peak.

I was introduced to campfire dinners at a young age when my dad and I would head out on overnight trout fishing expeditions either to Upper Michigan or the fabled trout streams of Wisconsin’s northwest, most notably the Bois Brule.

Understand that I was a little kid who thought peanut butter and

Tuesday, March 04, 2014 11:24 AM
 
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