Hearing the familiar thump of the first ruffed grouse of the season, or catching a glimpse of the first wild…
I have spent more years than I can recall working the sugar bush, times etched clearly in my memory..not easy…
Hearing the familiar thump of the first ruffed grouse of the season, or catching a glimpse of the first wild…
I have spent more years than I can recall working the sugar bush, times etched clearly in my memory..not easy…