Even though the sun was shining bright it was still cold and crisp along the trout stream Friday evening.
Over the past few weeks I traversed many miles over different terrine.
From secluded cedar ridges.
To 30 year old white pine plantings in search of a shed antler
Finding a skull here or a scapula there.
Yesterday I hit a maple timber on a western slope. Here's a tap and a line that someone forgot to pull last spring.
Notice how the critters have chewed on the end of the lines.
I think I know this tapper.
Score? Well, it's better than nothing.
It's a shed from last spring. Small and chewed up from rodents looking for a nutritional meal.
I spent the rest of the day and into the evening down in the sugar bush taping a few more trees, cleaning up wind fallen trees and firing up the stoves to boil a little sap