Author: Ed Robinson

It seems unfair that our truncated summer is winding down, but the change of seasons is immutable. Many look forward to the fine weather and glorious colors of autumn, despite the cold season to follow.

Next time you approach a river, get close to the water. Wade in and lean forward as the current tugs at your legs. Listen carefully and you may hear the river singing a sad song, one we are finally heeding.

The black-capped chickadee is our state bird, yet most visitors to Maine hope to see and hear a loon during their stay. Few sounds in nature are more memorable than the distinctive calls of a loon.

I admit the title above is a shameless pun. By playing off the trademarked phrase for the NCAA basketball championships, I am hoping to lure you into reading this column.

I am a hunter. That statement might earn me a dirty look, even a request to leave the party, immediately! Much depends upon the company you keep and where you reside.