North Cove Outfitters young friend, Theresa Hall, hit the jackpot on her very first archery hunt. Theresa, age thirteen, under the guidance of her father Gary, harvested this beautiful 8 point, 147# buck in Old Lyme Connecticut. This is Theresa’s second season and although this is her first archery deer, it is the fifth one that she has taken, the others being harvested with a rifle. You go girl!

OFF TO A GREAT START

It was going to be just another day of fishing for Ronny Vitarelli.
Ronny had never caught a striper before, but Ronny could feel in his bones that this was the day. To say that this 12 year old was excited when he set the hook is an understatement. But as excited as he was he had no idea that his first striper would be a 44", 41# monster!
Way to go kid!

Congrats from the gang at North Cove Outfitters.

This striper measures 44" and 41#'s
caught by Ronny Vitarelli.

As a long time North Cove Outfitters' fan, I stumbled upon Gransfors Bruks axes more by chance than intent.  My instant impression was one of quality and also integrity of the craftsmen who created these axes.  My question to myself was "How can I fit these tools into my life?"  With hardly a justification the Small Forest Axe came first, diminutive in size, but commanding an enduring respect.  With fall in the air, working into the twilight hours, the Splitting Maul and I became old friends.  The Carpenter's Axe made my mind wander towards first the possibility, then the need, and finally the acquisition of the Felling Axe, soon to be followed by the Swedish Broad Axe and the Froe.

In the fashion of Maurice Decker’s “The Adventure’s of Lew and Charlie”, which appeared monthly in Fur-Fish-Game magazine for nearly forty years, “The Trials of Sailor Franklin” will be a monthly addition to our blog. The first multi-part story is “Solitude on the Tundra.” We hope that you enjoy Sailor and look forward to each new chapter.

Mark J. Enie

Solitude On The Tundra

Chapter 1

The sun was visible only as a dull orange streak on the Western edge of the tundra, as Sailor coaxed the Beaver over the dark line of evergreens. The small lake beyond was to be his resting place for the evening before he continued on to the Serigney River and his caribou hunt. This solitary sojourn was the only chance that he had to escape the hectic job back in Penobscot. He had been supervising his brother-in-law Carl’s lumbering operation for the past year or so, while Sailors sister, Carol and Carl were in Korea on business.

Solitude on The Tundra

Chapter 2

The moon rose above the lake turning the calm surface to surreal silver.  The small islands with there stunted evergreens extending over the banks were clearly visible in the pale light. Looking from the lake toward the mainland was like looking at a black wall, clearly ending and defined by the jagged night sky above the trees. The eerie scene was broken by a darting yellow and blue light, flashing with blinding brilliance one second and disappearing the next, only to return with expanded determination. Only in this brief illumination was the plane visible.