Hunting season is nearly over in Maine, after a loud, concentrated two months. I can't begin to speak about what it's like to be a forest animal during these weeks, but I have a few things to say about being a non-hunting human inside a Maine hunting season.
Have you read or seen Hunger Games? It's like that. Except, since I'm not a permit-holder, I'm not competing. And the competitors aren't shooting at me or other humans, but they're all up in our woods nonetheless.Read More