Last year my wife and I adopted a dog from someone that was moving and could no longer keep him.  In the past I had always had a dog and it had been a number of years since I had been in a situation where I could have one, and we both looked forward to Lincoln arriving in our home.  Every animal has its peculiar quirks and it was immediately apparent to us that he had not had the best life up until the point he entered ours.  Although he had a very loving and cuddling personality, there was also fear and anxiety – and he had apparently not been out in the world much.   My thought at the time was he would snap out of both of those with encouragement, patience and time.  We worked with the dog and bonded quickly.  Although a mix his appearance was predominantly yellow lab and when I first took him to water it was apparent that it was his first encounter, and he was scared of it.  After a few weeks he would drink out of open water – but he was sure to keep all of his feet on dry land and do a long stretch to get his drink.  Being summer with some encouragement from getting in myself we got him to enter the water – it was funny that he actually tried to walk on it by lifting his feet up out of the water with each step and within a couple of months he took his first swim – I’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he seemed to “get it” and with a leap of faith pushed off the safety of the rock to swim to me.

We assumed he had been around someone with a temper – any swear word or dropped object would send him into another room.  He also had what I would call a mild case of separation anxiety which waxed and waned some.  At first, he would pull out our winter gloves and hats and leave them around the house, and when I moved those to a location he couldn’t reach he began targeting books and magazines to chew.  I closed off his access to the books, and left an old magazine out each days for him to chew – there were days he would opt to chew it and days that he wouldn’t.   Over the past year he has made improvements in getting his self esteem and being bolder.

Then, about a month ago we had a big setback.  The dog had been active most of the day with a couple of walks and a long ride in the car and when we got in he went to his bed for a nap.  We had the oven on for supper and unfortunately it touched off the smoke alarm.  It had gone off before without inducing any problems in the dog but this particular time was different and it scared him badly – for about an hour afterwards he had symptoms of panic – visible shaking, drooling, and panting and not consolable.  After that incident things changed – instead of sitting with us on the couch at night like he used to he would pick one of his two beds to lie in.  He would come out to eat but warily and eyeing the ceiling as he did so.  We have neighbors that like to shoot off fireworks, and while they never bothered him before, they began to visibly bother him.  I was worried as all the gains we had seen were rapidly deteriorating and the days where he didn’t opt to chew the magazine I’d leave out for him were becoming few and far between.  I was looking at the web for suggestions and a path to resolution when I came across dog appeasing pheromone.   I was very skeptical of the product, especially with some people claiming it was great, and some claiming it was not.  I read a few studies of the product, one of which you can find here.    Essentially what DAP does is mimics the pheromone given off by a lactating mother and has a calming and securing  affect on the dog.  Studies have shown it to be effective in separation anxiety, fear of thunder and lightning, and excessive barking problems.  I figured it couldn’t hurt to give it a shot – it’s available in diffusers, collars, and sprays.  I purchased a room diffuser and put it in the room he spends the most time in.   After several hours I took him out for his afternoon walk and upon returning home he made his usual beeline to his bed while I made supper.  After we ate something unusual happened – he slowly came out of his room and joined us on the couch – something he hadn’t done since the “incident”.  He was happier, less anxious, more playful..in short we had our old dog back.  Over the next few days the separation anxiety stopped as well.  It seems by reviews I’ve read online that DAP works for some and not so well for others – I gave it a shot and it worked for us.

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The cold air seeping in woke me with a start.  I could feel it penetrating from every direction and I fumbled for the penlight and turned it on.   The vapor from our breath clung tightly to the air as it rose slowly to freeze on the walls of the tent.  Everything was covered in frost – the ceiling, the walls, my sleeping bag, and the hat I was wearing..the sides of my face….covered in white.   I looked at my watch – 2:30 am – and reached for the small thermometer I had placed on the tent floor when I crawled into the sleeping bag – I had to look at it twice – it read 22 below 0 F.  I leaned back on the makeshift pillow for a moment and listened to the stillness of the cold night occasionally broken with the loud snapping of trees in the cold air – often sounding like gunfire.

I was relaxing in front of a fire in the crispness of early morning when Crack! A sound like an explosion came from behind me in the woods. I scanned the trees and saw that a maple tree had “exploded”. The explosion caused a big crack in the tree about three feet high. When a winter wind stirs the frozen trees, they sometimes appear to burst vertically. When it was 40 degrees below zero at night, I lay awake and listened to the trees explode. That’s a true wilderness thermometer!

—Linda Runyon, The Essential Wild Food Survival Guide

I realized I had to pee….I cinched the mummy bag back over my head pulling it as tight as it could go so that only my nose was exposed to the cold and tried to go back to sleep.  But it didn’t go away.   I loosened the mummy bag and switched on the penlight again.  Everything I touched melted the frost on it and cooled my skin.  I thought about my boots out in the vestibule and cringed at the thought of putting those cold pieces of iron back on my feet to venture out to pee.  Then I had a thought – I was sleeping next to the door of the tent – I could probably actually relieve myself without having to get out of my sleeping bag.  It sounded like the perfect idea at the time and I reached out and unzipped the bottom of the tent door – inched my sleeping back over to it – unzipped the bag – and took a whizz right in the vestibule without having to get out in the cold air.  The next  morning was rather comical as the four of us rousted ourselves from the relative warmth to venture outside and crawling into the vestibule noticing the colored snow and calling out – wtf – who pissed in the vestibule?   That  morning we had a group member that had the beginnings of frostbite on his feet and each of us took turns putting his foot onto our chest to warm them up.

This was a trip with the boy scouts known as Okpik -Inuit for Snowy Owl and pronounced as (OOk’ pick).  A High Adventure winter camping/survival weekend that at the time (1980’s)  was in Howland Maine.  We had backpacks and sleds with our gear and skied into the woods about a mile or so and made camp…learning cold weather survival skills along the way.  One of the things that sticks out in my mind is heating the water we would drink for the day and then wearing it around our necks under our clothing so that it warms the chest..and learning to layer properly so that the perspiration from the days exertion wouldn’t freeze you later.

I remembered this story this morning at 3:40 am.  We’re in the middle of a pretty good cold snap here in Maine along with some pretty decent wind and this morning I felt that same sort of gentle brush of cold across my face that I felt all those years ago in that cold tent.  As I get older I feel the cold more  - I can

feel it enveloping and reaching out with it’s icy fingers.  And I remembered that on the two trips we took to OKPIK my Dad was there too.   On our second trip he experimented with digging a trench in the snow, lining it with a space blanket or similar, and sleeping in the trench with your sleeping bag with the theory that the surrounding snow would help to insulate you during the night.  However, he did this within the drip edge of a big spruce – a spruce that had a lot of snow on it from recent snowfall.  During the night the wind picked up a bit and the snow would slide off the spruce branches and onto him with an audible thump.  I was probably 14 or 15 on those trips which would have made Dad about 55 at the time.  I’m soon to be 45 and I would have to think long and very very hard before every going winter camping again – especially in those kinds of temperatures.  Dad’s pretty tough in my book.   If you’re reading this and you remember where in Howland the Adventure Base was please let me know – I’d love to go for a little walk up there after all these years.

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One of my favorite beaver flowages to trap was first found on a satellite map.  It’s a two mile ride on a bicycle followed by a 1 mile walk through the woods to get there, and it takes about two hours to get in and out with gear.  I enjoy the time spent in the woods and noticing all the subtle changes that occur from year to year as I make the annual trips in there.  Free from competition from other trappers I can manage the flowage by only taking a couple of beavers and ensure that each year the area will have beaver to harvest.  The flowage has produced some really big beavers over the years and should continue too as long as the aspen keeps growing…a true backwoods beaver.

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Another backwoods flowage;

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The cool air hit my face and blew through my sweater as I took the bike off the back of the truck and started the long trek into the woods.  With two weeks off of work I was running a trapline on a large tract of gated land near my house.  The landowner allows access for recreational pursuits and I like getting away from any potential competition so I was looking at a 6 mile round trip, often times done with a very heavy load.  My friend Peter this year suggested I try using a baby carrier towed behind the bike to help take the load off my back and it has worked out well despite probably looking a little funny.   That was my thought at least this morning when I saw a truck come around the corner ahead of me – he’s seeing someone on a bike wearing hip boots and towing a baby carrier out in the middle of nowhere, and  for me I wondering who he is since he obviously has a key to the gate.  As is customary on a Maine woods road during the deer hunting season we stopped to talk it over and I was reminded about why I love Maine.  Our conversation went like this;

Hows that rig working out for you?

Fine

See anything?

No – fresh crossing just up the way though, but I’m not hunting – I’m trapping.

What are you trapping?

Beaver – just caught two up there where the road is washed out -might still be one more in there.  Want to see them?  One of them is huge…beaver in a baby carriage  (laughing)

Sure!! (hops out of truck)

That’s awesome!  Good for you coming out here getting some exercise – I’m the forester for this area and I’ve had to replace that culvert three times over the past few years – that’s awesome you’re in there catching them.  You know, the landowner has this really funny rule about not allowing bicycles in here…

really? I had no idea – I thought everyone was bike friendly -

It’s fine, not something I agree with (pulls out a map) let me show you on here where there is some other beaver….

I believe that’s how things are supposed to work – In an increasingly black and white world we need more gray.  I love that most people from Maine get that and embrace it.  You can check out more stories like this in The Two Maines  and  PO Box 311.

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Once, before there were any people in the world, the different animals and trees, lived and moved about and talked together just like human beings. The pine trees had the secret of fire and guarded it jealously, so that no matter how cold it was, they alone could warm themselves. At length an unusually cold winter came and all the animals were in danger of freezing to death. But all their attempts to discover the pines’ secret were in vain, until Beaver at last hit upon a plan.

At a certain place on Grande Ronde River in Idaho, the pines were about to hold a great council. They had built a large fire to warm themselves after bathing in the icy water, and sentinels were posted to prevent intruders from stealing their fire secret. But Beaver had hidden under the bank near the fire before the sentries had taken their places and when a live coal rolled down the bank, he seized it, hid it in his breast and ran away as fast as he could.

The pines immediately raised a hue and cry and started after him. Whenever he was pressed, Beaver darted from side to side to dodge his pursuers, and when he had a good start, he kept a straight course. The Grande Ronde River preserves the direction Beaver took in his flight, and this is why it is tortuous in some parts of its course and straight in others.

After running for a long time, the pines grew tired. So most of them halted in a body on the river banks, where they remain in great numbers to this day, forming a growth so dense that hunters can hardly get through. A few pines kept chasing Beaver, but they finally gave out one after another, and they remain scattered at intervals along the banks of the river in the places where they stopped.

There was one cedar running in the forefront of the pines, and although he despaired of capturing Beaver, he said to the few trees who were still in the chase, “We can’t catch him, but I’ll go to the top of the hill yonder and see how far ahead he is.” So he ran to the top of the hill and saw Beaver just diving into Big Snake River where the Grande Ronde enters it. Further pursuit was out of the question. The cedar stood and watched Beaver dart across Big Snake River and give fire to some willows on the opposite bank, and recross farther on and give fire to the birches and so on to several other kinds of trees. Since then, all who have wanted fire have got it from these particular trees because they have fire in them and give it up readily when their wood is rubbed together in the ancient way.

Cedar still stands alone on the tip of the hill where he stopped, near the junction of Grande Ronde and Big Snake rivers. He is very old, so old that his top is dead, but he still stands as a testament to the story’s truth. That the chase was a very long one is shown by the fact that there are no cedars within a hundred miles upstream from him. The old people point him out to the children as they pass by. “See,” the say, “here is old Cedar standing in the very spot where he stopped chasing Beaver.”

Based on an account in the Journal of American Folk-Lore, 1890.

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With the price of oil high and at this time still going up many people are looking for alternative ways to heat their home.   Having recently purchased a home that used of all things kerosene (4.99 a gallon at this time) I wanted to find something that was less expensive to run.  Here in Maine I have always been a fan of wood heat as I can always seem to find wood for the cost of my labor and gas, and nothing seems to warm like wood does especially after you’ve been outside a while on a cold winter day.  However with several friends that have and love their pellet stove I decided I’d do some research and keep an open mind.   I looked at all the name brands and read their reviews, watched youtube videos, and after lots of research decided on a heatilator eco choice ps35.  It was a basic no frills pellet stove and purportedly has Quadrafire parts in them which I liked as Quadrafire is one of the popular brand names.  The price as compared to other models was a little more reasonable too at around 1800 bucks.  On their website they had a dealer in my area that I called and they had no idea what I was talking about.  So, I took that as a sign for the moment and went back to research and during that time I discovered hearth dot com.  As I looked around the site I discovered that a lot of people on there had some good things to say about Englander stoves.  I had pretty much dismissed Englander as they are in the big box stores and a lot of the reviews are mixed and or outright bad on the websites of those stores with respect to Englander stoves.  I researched the different models using hearth dot com and discovered something else – a place called am fm energy.  They refurbish Englander stoves and sell them at a discounted price.  They are also members of the hearth dot com forum to answer questions and offer advice.   After lots of research I decided on the Englander 10 cpm and ordered one through am fm energy for over 1000 bucks off big box retail.  It came with free shipping ( I paid the extra 50$ to have it delivered to my door) , the original manufacturers warranty, and a free outside air kit (OAK).    Note that Timber Ridge, Summers Heat, and Englander are all made by Englander and are the same products with different names. I chose the 10 cpm for several reasons.  First – it is a multi fuel stove and burns cherry pits and corn as well as pellets.  Although I don’t have plans to burn anything other than pellets, the auger in a multi fuel stove is a lot more forgiving to off size pellets, and according to others that own them will burn any pellet well.  Second – it’s big – with a 2500 square foot rating – Maine winters can get pretty cold some nights and I want that extra heat.  Finally, it’s a self igniter and thermostat capable – not only will a thermostat turn it on/off it also has a high/low setting to save the igniter – stove turns up to meet the demand for heat and runs on its lowest setting when that demand has been met.  It also has a large ash pan which I liked.

I built a hearth pad to the required specs and my wife and I using ramps and a dolly were easily able to get the nearly 400 pound stove into the house and onto the hearth pad.  I got my pellet vent from Amazon for a reasonable price and the instructions with the stove and the vent kit were easily followed and despite being nervous about cutting a 9 1/2 inch square hole through the house everything went fine, and the stove meets and exceeds my expectations. Englander has a detailed owners manual and CD that come with the stove that tell you everything you need to know.

If you’re considering Englander as a pellet stove you must meet a basic premise/requirement in my opinion, which is you need to be a self reliant do it yourselfer. Englander has great customer service and their stoves are built with the expectation that you’re not going to be afraid to replace parts if you need to, or not be inclined to keep up with maintenance.  The instructions are all there for you to follow.  A lot of the bad reviews I’ve read are from a person that didn’t read everything or had the expectation that if a problem occurred that someone was going to show up at their door to save the day.  I’ve also read reviews (and was worried about) excessive noise from the blowers/air intakes but I don’t find it excessive at all on the 10 cpm – it’s really no louder than a refrigerator running. If you meet those expectations than Englander may be the right choice for you.  So far I’m happy with mine.

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