Columnist, Adirondack Outdoors
Joe Hackett is a guide and sportsman residing in Ray Brook.
Although the arrival of the spring season has come and gone, it appears the winter season will continue to maintain command over the local landscape, with a deep snowpack in the woods, and chilly temperatures in the air.
As has been my custom for more than a decade or so, I recently spent another fine, March day traveling down Schroon Lake way in order to attend the annual Adirondack Sportsman’s Dinner.
Recently, while watching our family dog toss his stuffed toy around the room, I wondered if he was simply playing, or actually refining his hereditary hunting skills.
Last weekend, I witnessed a fairly large bird repeatedly attack a group of smaller birds at my feeder.
In last week’s column, I referred to the process of rewilding our youth, in the same manner we rewilded our lands.
I suppose it’s one of the most common afflictions of age, and it likely explains our unrelenting desire to return to familiar, natural surroundings.
Currently, the Adirondack Park remains the largest state protected area in the contiguous United States.
As I pen this week’s column on a cold Feb. 1 morning, there is a slight chill in the air. The thermometer reads -8 F, and a stiff wind is blowing in hard from the west. The sun is shining and the scene is idilic.
After being asked to describe his 60-plus year career as an Adirondack guide, the late Tony Deepe of Lake George claimed simply, “It’s been a good life.”
As I peer out the back porch window, there are thick frost flowers clouding my view.