Will Maines - Vilas County News-Review
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  • I’m green and it’ll do fine

    “WHEN GREEN IS all there is to be, it could make you wonder why. But why wonder? Why wonder? I’m green and it’ll do fine. It’s beautiful and I think it’s what I want to be.” —Kermit the Frog



    Looking around
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  • Like a box of chocolates

    FISHING IS LIKE a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.

    In the case of a box of candies, I always shoot for the dark chocolate ones which have a nut of some kind in the middle or maybe a raspberry type of filling. What I usually get is
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  • The dogs I have known

    I HAVE BEEN very fortunate to have had several good dogs wander through my life. Most of them were around for at least 10 years; three of them, including Molly, our current “golden wonder dog,” for 14 years.

    Some of the dogs were great hunters, while
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  • Remember those who served

    MEMORIAL DAY IS a day to remember. Monday of this week, I and millions of other Americans paused their activities of the day to honor and remember those who fought and gave their lives to keep this country free. 

    I
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  • And so it begins again

    AT TIMES, IT was a bit on the wet and cool side, but it was a beginning.

    Last week, my lovely wife and I hooked up our now 5-year-old “A” frame pop-up camper and began our first camping trip of the year.

    The destination was
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  • Intrepid angler carries the day

    FOR MANY PEOPLE, the Wisconsin fishing season began May 7. For one intrepid angler, the season did not begin until a few days later.

    On a morning with a gentle breeze blowing, this intrepid angler departed the shore of an unnamed lake in his fishing kayak, armed with two ultra-light rods, a container of
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  • Cherish is the word

    IT’S PROBABLY A silly thing to compare turkey hunting to the lyrics of a huge song hit of 1967, but that is somehow the incongruous thing I found myself doing last week as I tried to bring home a gobbler despite seven days of cold, rainy, sleety, snowy weather.

    The first evening of my hunt, when a
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  • Times they are a-changin’

    “THE TIMES THEY are ‘a-changin’.” Bob Dylan wrote those words a long time ago and today, they are as relevant as they were the day he wrote them.

    And what are those days and times of change?

    Well, discounting days like my wife’s birthday, the days on which my children were born and such; the
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  • It is a natural treasure

    I KNOW A place; a good place. It is a place I find myself heading for several times a year, whenever I need to rejuvenate myself. It never disappoints me. It never fails to lift up my flagging spirits if my spirits are flagging.

    Then again, there
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  • Time to gobble, gobble

    A FRIEND OF mine the other day exclaimed that there were only 260 days left until winter. Then, he said “Excuse me, there are zero days ‘til winter.” Winter or no winter, the calendar is inexorably counting down the days until my “spring” turkey season starts April 27.

    I had hoped to have had two or three weeks of serious turkey scouting under my belt already, with
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  • Three are the very best

    DURING THE QUARTER-plus century that I have been writing weekly missives for this newspaper, I have done my best to stay away from anything remotely controversial.

    This week, I
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  • The curtain has opened

    As Phil Robertson, patriarch of the Duck Dynasty clan would say, I am “happy, happy, happy.”

    After four months of being torn apart, my boys and girls have returned home to me. The  
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  • Call me a softie, if you will

    THERE WAS A time, years ago, when I would fry my eggs over hard. There was a time when I went about most of my outdoor ventures as hard as a granite boulder.

    Times have changed. Call me a softie if you will. I figure it’s OK if
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  • Freedom is the word

    “FREEDOM,” THAT WAS the last word bellowed by Mel Gibson, playing Sir William Wallace — just before he was eviscerated, quartered and hung by the forces of King Edward I “Longshanks,” the evil king of England — in the movie “Braveheart.”

    In real life, Wallace was a Scottish warrior who fought for Scotland’s freedom from England way back when. Freedom then, as it is now, is
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  • It had been a fine morning

    IT WAS A fine morning in mid-March. The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was but a quiet whisper.

    The old guy slipping and sliding down the long, steep hill to the lake had
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  • I’ve got turkeys on my mind

    AS I SIT here watching snow sifting down on top of a North Woods covered with a thick, icy crust, I take heart in knowing that there are only three weeks remaining in March.

    This is the month that
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  • You win some, you lose some

    “MAMA ALWAYS SAID ‘life was like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.’ “ —Forrest Gump

    “Into each life some rain must fall.” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    “You  
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  • The sands of the hourglass

    LIKE SANDS THROUGH the hourglass, the sands of time are rapidly dropping through the hourglass until the start of this year’s 55K American Birkebeiner and the 29K Kortelopet.

    I will be one of
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  • Memories abound on the ice

    LAST WEEK MARKED another anniversary for the Plum Lake ice fishing tournament held annually for two decades by the Sayner-Star Lake Lions Club.

    As usual, it brought out around 200 anglers. They braved temperatures hovering in the way below zero neighborhood at the start of fishing at 6 a.m., and it
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  • Unsure about reservations

    RECENTLY, I HAVE begun having grave reservations about reservations.

    My lovely wife finally retired at the beginning of January, so now, we are 
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  • Time keeps flying on by

    THE PERSON WHO coined the term “time flies” knew what he or she was talking about.

    Yesterday, the sun was shining, it was 80 degrees and I was drifting my fishing kayak around a tiny north Wisconsin lake with fishing pole in hand.

    As I
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  • Confessions of a lousy shot

    THIS LITTLE TREATISE could easily be called “Confessions of a Lousy Shot.” It also could be called a tutorial in making excuses for being a lousy shot.

    Yes, you heard it here first. I am a lousy shot; always have been, always will be.

    I could write a book about all the inglorious misses I’ve managed while hunting ducks, ruffed grouse (still partridge in my book) and
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  • All is forgiven now

    TODAY, IS A good day. Today, I am in a forgiving mood.

    Specifically, I am forgiving the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources (DNR).

    Why, you may ask. Well, it began last year, when
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  • Sometimes, I wonder

    SOMETIMES, I WONDER why I do the things I do.

    I wonder why I think I can carry a canoe on my shoulders for a mile to get to a spring pond where ultimately, I will fish for three hours with
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  • Camping is on my mind

    THERE MAY BE four months, 3 feet of snow and 30 days of below-zero weather in front of us yet, but my thoughts are already turning to spring and summer camping trips.

    I have been lucky enough to
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  • It’s a funny thing

    IT’S A FUNNY thing.

    When the year 2020 ended, I was a mere 21-year-old child. Now, as we head into 2022, I 
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  • Clark Griswold triumphs

    THE CHRISTMAS TREE in my house has been up, decorated and lit for two weeks now.

    I unashamedly admit that I am a Christmas tree and lights addict. I can’t help but think that there are a lot worse things I could be addicted to.

    When it comes to finding the next Christmas tree for our house, the search generally begins when
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  • Neuritis, arthritis and bursitis

    MY BACK IS aching from shoveling snow off my deck, steps and roof. My whole body is aching from pushing a snowblower up and down my driveway. I did it all last week.

    All that, despite putting out a generous employment offer to anyone who would listen. At least I thought it was not just generous, but
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  • It’s supposed to be that way

    THIS IS THE way it’s supposed to be.

    Growing up in the ’50s, winter was supposed to start before the opening day of deer season in November and usually, it did. Lately, we’ve been lucky to see it get going before
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  • One season ends, another begins

    MY 60TH DEER season has ended. If you measure the success of a season with a scale considering only whether you killed a buck or not, my season this year was not a success.

    My string of seasons during which I killed a buck within the first two hours of the hunt came to an end. Truth is, not
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  • It’s good news, it’s bad news

    IT WAS A story of bad news; it was a story of good news. My opening weekend of deer season story contains the bad news of I have no buck hanging waiting for me to butcher it. The good news is that I have no buck hanging waiting for me to butcher it.

    That is, if you are lazy like me, the bad news is that if you kill a buck, you
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  • It’s a turn, turn, turn time

    FOR QUITE A while now, I have participated with several of my friends in trivia puzzlers. 

    Mostly the quizzes concentrate on oldies music, everything from the ’50s through the ’70s, with an occasional foray into 
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  • I promise, I will be prepared

    BE PREPARED; THAT motto was created in 1908, and adopted by the Boy Scouts of America in 1910, or so I am told. I may never have been a Boy Scout, but whenever I head for the woods, I make sure I am always prepared; almost always.

    Last week, I
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  • Pulling a fast one

    YOU WOULD THINK that after 50-plus years with my lovely wife that I would know enough to not try and pull any fast ones on her.

    Then again, if you thought that, you would be sadly mistaken. From our earliest days of dating, I have contrived to fool her with half-truths and outright lies. The trend has continued into our marriage, especially when it involves the purchase of

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  • Going nowhere in particular

    THERE WAS A time when I used to chuckle at the old, old-timers taking their slow daily drives around the countryside to nowhere in particular, yet everywhere that was important to them.
    Approaching old age — I refuse to
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  • The best season is going fast

    WHY IS IT that the times we love the most are the times that take forever to get here, and are then gone in the blink of an eye?
    Take for instance my annual trip to North Dakota; the 29th time this year. Or take the opening day of fishing season, any hunting season that is your favorite or the start of
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  • It was too ‘daggone’ hot

    TOO DAGGONE HOT; in three words, that would about sum up my days of duck hunting in North Dakota this year.
    For the 29th time, I pointed the nose of my truck west a few days before the North Dakota duck season opened, got the little white house on the prairie opened up and stocked with all the food a hungry gang of duck hunters would need, and
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  • Bubba says I’m an expert

    A WEEK OR so ago, a guy named Bubba, fresh from an extended stay on a bar stool at Buster’s Bar, suggested I ought to write some “how to” articles for big-name outdoor magazines.
    You know the kind, featuring
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  • One season beats all the rest

    ASK FOUR PEOPLE what their favorite season is and you might get four different answers.
    There are good things about all seasons, but for me, there is only one season that is No. 1. That would be 
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  • Gitche Gumee called once again

    SUNLIT, WARM DAYS in September are meant to be fully used up. No idling around a box that shows moving pictures of oversized men slamming each other into a near senseless state on a field marked with white lines. No taking lazy naps when nature is calling. No raking leaves or such other menial tasks that are always best left for
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  • My time with ducks is coming

    THE TOURISTS HAVE had their time. The summer homeowners have had their time. I don’t begrudge them their time at all. Many of them are my friends and along with the new friends I meet each summer, I welcome them.
    But there is a time coming and that
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  • The 3rd Easters lose a friend

    “My mom always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.” —Forrest Gump

    During my 72 years on Earth, I have opened many boxes of chocolate, most of the time getting a delicious piece of candy, while sometimes a bitter chunk of
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  • A million things to do

    A million things to do, and not much time to do them.
    Any sportsman who has embarked on a mission involving fish, wild animals, beer or wild women, knows that a lot of preparation must be taken care of before the trip ever starts.
    In less than a month now I will be taking a trip for the 29th time. The destination: North Dakota. The mission: catch some fish, hunt some ducks, eat a lot of food and tell tall tales that
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  • Can’t turn down a wild goose

    In this world, there are great men who have excelled at many callings. Some are great statesmen who lead their nations. Some are fantastically talented musicians, artists, teachers and such who, like a moth drawn to a flame, follow their muse.
    Me? I’m
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  • There were fish in the frying pan

    THIS HAS BEEN a pitiful fishing season for me. Not that the fishing has been poor, not that the weather hasn’t been conducive to fishing, it is I who have been lacking this fishing season.
    Oh, sure, the season started out just fine. I
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  • The itch has been scratched

    LAST WEEK, I made three trips from my house west of Sayner to Minocqua. Each time, I arrived at the intersection of Highways M and 51, I found myself waiting in line behind a number of cars before I could continue my trip.
    The first time, I was
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  • Fishing is the way to handle kids

    SOME PEOPLE HAVE a whole bunch of grandchildren they get to spend time with now and then, only to send them home spoiled rotten to their parents when the visit is over.
    After what most children put their parents through during their growing up years, it’s
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  • Foraging has its fruits

    FORAGING HAS ITS fruits. Last week, I foraged for my first wild fruits of this year, and when all was said and done, the end result was a very tasty wild raspberry pie.
    Along a logging road running through a recently logged area, I
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  • I will be mowing the lawn all summer

    LAST WEEK, I mowed my lawn for the third time this year, which in my opinion has been three times too many.
    That is an opinion not shared by my lovely wife, who firmly believes lawns should be mowed on a timely basis, which to her is at least twice a week, ending only when a foot of snow covers the lawn. However,
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  • Up Nort’ with the ‘yoopers’

    RETIREMENT, I THOUGHT, is meant to be years of doing no work, watching Brewers games on TV every game for six months, and unlimited fishing and hunting time throughout the year.
    I got news for you. It
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  • Favorites come and favorites go

    FAVORITES COME AND favorites go.
    In my almost 72 years of living in this special part of north Wisconsin, I have had many favorites come and go. And no, I’m not talking about girlfriends, although there were several of those whom
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  • Slow, slower, slowest

    SLOW, SLOWER AND slowest; in these days of fast food, fast air travel, fast everything, going slow, slower or slowest is by far the best way to go. That applies especially to the times that find us exploring and enjoying the great outdoors.
    I am not a snowmobile or ATV/UTV enthusiast. I don’t put down those who do enjoy their outings on the machines. I
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  • The camping tour continues

    WE WHO LIVE and play in the northern half of Wisconsin are very lucky. We have vast acres of forest, thousands of lakes large and small, hundreds of streams and unlimited possibilities for having a good time with what Mother Nature provides us with.
    Last week, my wife and I spent three days camping at
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  • Ducks Unlimited rides again

    OF ALL THE creatures on Earth, large and small, none are more dear to my heart than ducks and geese. I know I’ve said this before, but for me the truth is that without waterfowl, this planet would be much lesser for their absence.
    With all the hours, days and weeks that I hunt ducks each year, I
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  • Off to a promising start

    ASIDE FROM IT being too “daggone” hot outside, the month of June is off to a promising start.
    You might say it started last Sunday when my wife and I, along with two good friends, Judy and Matt, attended the 2021 Northland Pines-Eagle River Union High School’s Alumni Hall of Fame induction ceremony, at which I
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  • Make mine wild game or fish

    STEAK OR LOBSTER, burger or hot dogs, apple or pumpkin pie, it’s tough to name a favorite food to eat in any category, and that goes for wild game and fish as well.
    Everyone has their favorites when it comes to wild game and fish. What some people won’t eat is
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  • It was an overdue pilgrimage

    LAST WEEK WAS a pilgrimage for me, long overdue, to the Bois Brule River in Douglas County. Gordon MacQuarrie, for those who have not had the great good fortune of reading his many stories of The Old Duck Hunters Association Inc., was an extraordinary writer of outdoor tales, many of which are regarded as among
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  • Color for the week is green

    THE COLOR FOR the week is unmistakably green. It might be pastel, lime or just plain green-green, but everything is coming up in some shade of spring’s color.
    There are
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  • We’re still writing the story

    SOME PEOPLE LOOK forward to Christmas Day as the greatest day of the year. Some people, especially children, think Easter is the day of days to get a basketful of colored eggs and candy. Dreams of turkey drumsticks, stuffing and
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  • Always remember the beavertails

    AS OPENING DAYS of fishing go, mine was what you might call a soft opener last Saturday.
    On a day that was too beautiful to be caught doing yard work, I finally succumbed to my lovely wife’s “eye,” a most baleful eye when she wishes to send a message with it. I
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  • Sometimes, I hate winter

    THERE ARE TIMES when I hate winter. This is one of those times. Snow on April 25? Not cool. Still, it isn’t the first time in the nearly 72 years I’ve lived here in north Wisconsin that we’ve had new snow on the ground this late into April and it won’t be the last.
    Actually, it’s not the April snowfalls that really make me hate winter in the spring. It’s the ones that come in May, at times totally disrupting the opening day of fishing season. That’s happened more than once.
    Looking back, I remember one opening day in particular
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  • Set up on the deck, dummy

    FOR SALE: ONE Illinois first-season turkey tag in mint condition, low mileage, well-maintained and cared for, brand-new cost $166.25, will accept best offer.
    As you might infer, my turkey hunting adventure in Illinois last week ended in a trip home with
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  • A time to be sad and yet, happy

    LAST SATURDAY WAS a very sad day for me. It may not seem to make much sense to say it, but at the same time, it was a very happy day for me.
    Along with many other people who knew Kathryn Reed during her nearly 104 years, I entered the room where her funeral service was held feeling great sadness that she was gone, but
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  • Boots in the woods again

    I LIKE WINTER. I like winter as much as the next guy. Snow for skiing and ice for fishing makes me happy. That said, I am as happy as the next guy to say goodbye to winter.
    During the winter, with dogs that every day need to get out for a run/walk, I
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  • Long live the new king

    ANYONE WHO HAS ever owned a pickup truck or a dog knows that there will be that inevitable day when there will be a final farewell said to both of them.
    That moment came home to me last week. Happily, it was not one of my dogs. Rather, it was
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  • It’s good that Illinois loves me

    THERE IS NO doubt about it. Wisconsin does not like me. Worse yet, Illinois loves me. OK, OK, just kidding about Illinois.
    Seriously though, the computer that the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources uses to determine who gets a turkey tag for which season segment does not like me. Instead of a March Christmas present consisting of my first choice for a turkey tag, this year, I got
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  • It’s that time of year

    IT’S THAT TIME of year. Not only has COVID-19 changed everyone’s lifestyle for a year, but winter as usual has done its thing in keeping people held a lot tighter to hearth and home than they would like. My lovely wife and I have been no exception to the rule.
    So what do you do to cure a case of cabin fever? As
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