BANGOR DAILY NEWS • November 26, 2021
Because it’s deer season in Maine. And it’s a short one. Somewhere, maybe trit-trotting across an oak ridge, skulking behind a line of jack firs or resting behind a blowdown, there is a deer. In an instant, the frustration and despair produced by long hours, challenging conditions and lack of sightings can be erased and replaced with the joy of completing a successful hunt. If not, I can always torture myself with two weeks of muzzleloader season.