Tuesday, April 14, 2020


    Spring has finally arrived here at home on Salmon River after what could be described as "a good winter" for this part of New Brunswick. We had very few cold days and the snow pac was much lower this year. Hopefully, this scenario will help lessen the impact of the freshet when it hits full height around May 1'st. After two years of back to back floods, folks around this area could really use a break. I know I'll be keeping my fingers crossed after experiencing the devastation these floods have caused me personally.
    Our province, as well as the rest of the world, has quite literally been shut down during this Covid-19 crisis. Many outdoor activities have been shut down completely and others have been restricted by new protocols put in place by the different levels of government. Although many outdoorsmen bemoan this situation, we must think of the greater good and graciously accept the recommendations of the health experts who have been advising our government officials. If all citizens respect these new social protocols,hopefully, these retrictions will be eased sooner rather than later.
    Since my outdoor activities have been sharply curtailed, it was inevitable that I turned introspective and started thinking of my long life in the outdoor world. My mind led me back to my early youth as I tried to chronical the events that have led me to this point which I would call the twilight years of my outdoor life. I was actually surprised how far back into my past I had to reach to try to find a starting point for these adventures. My earliest memories of growing up in the coal mining town of Minto are faint but that is where my story begins.
    My story actually starts with my fathers upbringing and his childhood books that my paternal grandparents provided for his enjoyment as a young boy. My father was a voracious reader and I'm assuming these early childhood books were the impetus that started his lifelong love of books . These books were, in turn, passed on to me and had a similar affect on me as a young boy. My earliest exposure to these children's books were at a very young age as bed time stories. These books were read to me by my grandmother and father at various times before I was of school age. I now know that this was the very foundation of my lifelong love of books and reading. Here is a photo of me with my parents at our childhood home on Logue Road in Minto.
This photo was taken in 1953 and my early exposer to children's books happened a few years later in the late Fifties.
    My reading skills were already starting to develop by the time I entered grade1 at Major Willard Parker Memorial School in Minto. As a note of interest, the school is now the Municipal Building for the Village of Minto and continues to be of use in multiple capacities to this day.
    As my reading skills improved, I naturally sought out those books that had been read to me and were readily available to me during this time of my youth. These books were the nature themed bedtime stories written by Thornton W. Burgess and the various titles in the Big Little Book series. While the Big Little Books had more of an adventure and comic theme, the Burgess books were invariably written specifically for children with nature themes. These were the books I gravitated to and grew to love.
    Thornton W. Burgess was born on January 17th 1865 during the height of the Victorian period in Sandwich, Massachusetts, U.SA. These were simple times and young Thornton did many of the childhood activities that young boys did at that time. He grew up doing farm chores and because of his close proximity to rural America, he was exposed to a setting of relatively unspoiled natural habitats. His childhood upbringing in this setting and the experiences he had provided the foundation for his series of books he was to write later on in life. Thornton wrote over 170 books and more than 15,000 newspaper articles in the following years and is considered one of the most influential writers of children's books of all time. This is a photo of Thornton in his prime.
His first published book was named Old Mother West Wind. The following year, in 1911, he wrote Old Mother West Wind's Children. The characters he introduced to his readers in this book laid the foundation for the ones he wrote about in his series of books to follow. It was the books in these series that I read as a child. 
    Mr. Burgess wrote in a style that humanized his animal characters much like Disney did in movies later on. I think this style of writing enabled children to better relate to the characters portrayed in his books and in turn allowed Thornton to better explain the habits and characteristics of the various animals in these books. Here is a list of some of the titles in his series of bedtime stories.

As you can see from these titles, all of his wildlife characters had human names and were sparsely dressed in human attire  The characters were arranged into groups according to the habitats they lived in. For example, The Green Forest series contained mammals that inhabited the upland forest. The Smiling Pond series had aquatic mammals, certain species of birds and some amphibious creatures. The Green meadow series was home to a mix of the wildlife that inhabited both of the previously mentioned spaces and provided a common ground where the many wildlife characters would meet and interact. It was this interaction between the different species that provided the story line for the adventures these creatures had in their daily lives. Burgess was able to show his readers the habits and the interaction between his beloved characters in a unique way through his humanizing of these characters that children could easily understand. I believe this was the reason his books had such great success and are held in high esteem even to this day. I would be remiss if I didn't mention Farmer Brown's Boy, who was his main human character in his books. I believe Burgess molded this character from his own boyhood experiences growing up in rural America. Farmer Brown's Boy also enabled Burgess to provide some insight into the real interactions between humans and wildlife in a novel way. In some ways I, in turn, became Farmer Brown's Boy as I grew from childhood into boyhood. Here is a photo of some of the books I read during this time period. This edition was published around 1918.

    During this early period of my life I was also gaining some practical experience in the outdoor world. I can remember Dad introducing me to firearms around the age of five or six in the form of a breach cocking revolver BB gun. He would set up empty dog food cans against the outhouse that he used as a backstop for our plinking sessions. It was during these sessions he instructed me on the safe handling of firearms. These were lessons that I would carry with me throughout my outdoor life.  This is a photo of me at my paternal Great-Grandfathers house at the end of the Red Row from Main Street in Minto. I am on the left side of this photo with my younger brothers Larry and a young Tim. My great Aunt Eva Bauer is with us. I had turned seven a couple of months earlier.
    It was a bit earlier during this same period I caught my first brook trout. In retrospect, I think I caught that trout more by accident than design.  Let me provide a backdrop to this story.
    When I was a child I would be taken to the home of my maternal grandparents on the Ridge Road which at that time was a much more rural setting. I remember enjoying these visits because my grandparents always had a variety of farm animals and a beautiful garden to roam in. My maternal grandparents were dirt poor, in contrast to my paternal grandparents but there always seemed to be a lot of love present in that part of my family. In no small part due to them raising an even dozen children. The youngest of my aunts and uncles were roughly ten years older than me and many times I was included in their baby sitting duties. Lord knows, my poor grandmother Boyd had to work from daylight until dark just to keep her brood fed and clothed. It was during one of these visits that my Uncle Hartley Boyd helped me catch my first trout.
      Uncle Hartley was 8 or 9 years older than me so that would have made him 14 or 15 years old.  By my best reckoning, I was around 5 years old at this time. I'm pretty sure I wasn't yet enrolled in primary school. Usually, my twin aunts, Cheryl and Sheila would have been looking after me. Perhaps they were busy that day or maybe Uncle Hartley just wanted some company. I can remember it was a nice summer day, not too hot. We struck out from my grandparents house on my uncles bicycle with me riding on the crossbar for at least part of the journey. I think we switched back and forth from there to the seat with me hanging on for dear life in both positions. I remember Hartley had an old fishing rod with him and a few worms he carried in a tin can in his pocket. We rode up the number 10 highway until we reached  the turnoff to North Minto and then biked down this road another five or six hundred meters until we came to the top of a slight hill. This is where a small spring brook crossed the road through a culvert that formed two tub sized holes on either side of the road. I'm not sure why Uncle Hartley chose this spot to fish but my guess would be it was an easy spot for us to fish. The other reason was probably he was threatened with a whipping if he ventured on down to the Newcastle Stream which was about another quarter mile down the road. This was a relatively safe place for us to fish with a chance of catching a trout or two. My uncle cut me an alder stick and wrapped eight or ten feet of line around the end and tied on a hook and threaded on a worm for me. I can remember him positioning me on the culvert and telling me not to move, "Just throw it in there and let it sit. I'll be on the other side" he said. We hadn't been fishing very long when I felt a tug and gave a pull. Too late! I told Uncle Hartley, "I think I got a bite!" Laughing, he replied "Throw it back in and try again". He wasn't having any luck and I think he thought I was imagining things. I remember thinking, I'll be ready this time and when it bit again I pulled hard and to my amazement out came a wiggling trout over my shoulder. I whooped and my uncle ran across the road and grabbed the trout which was eight or nine inches long. I think he was as surprised as I was! He whacked the trout on the head and handed it to me and I promptly deposited it into my pants pocket for safe keeping on the way home. Since I was staying the night at my grandparents I had to keep that trout until the following day so I could show Mom and Dad my trout. By the next day that poor trout was a sorry sight and my pants pocket was quite a mess. This was the first time my pocket got defiled by something but it wouldn't be the last! From that point on, Mom was careful to check my pockets whenever she washed my clothes. I can't say I blame her! This is my only photo of Uncle Hartley and Freddy Richardson on one of their annual float trips on the lower Cains River. Uncle Hartley is on the right. These were the days of gold Hildebrant spinners, worms and a twenty fish limit.

    Not all my early experiences with nature had such a happy ending. As I mentioned earlier, there were a few farm animals at my grandparents place and like most rural households there was a flock of chickens fenced in a small yard behind the house  This flock of chickens had a big, white Leghorn rooster that lorded over his brood. I had been warned to stay out of the pen and not to put my fingers through the fence. For some unknown reason, I thought it would be a good idea to go inside the fence and feed the chickens one day. Big Mistake! As soon as I got inside the fence I heard a wild squawking and seen a big white ball of feathers barreling down on me. Did that rooster ever give me a going over! Gramp came out swearing and kicking at the rooster and carried me out of there with me blatting and the tears running down my face. Nan cleaned me up and put band aids on the deeper scratches and cuts and after a good scolding allowed me to go out and play again. I remember noticing that big white rooster went missing shortly after that.

Another experience I had when I was even younger traumatized me so badly that even to this day I cringe and instantly go into kill mode! 
    Our front yard at my childhood home at that time had a ditch that butted onto our lawn and a strip of blueberries grew there in the late summer. One day Mom wanted to pick a few berries for a pie so she took me with her while she slowly filled her bowl with the ripe berries that hung in tight clusters. I suppose she sat me down in a comfortable spot where I wouldn't get into any trouble but being a typical little boy, I got moving around looking here and there. Somehow I ended up on a large ant mound and was sitting there running my hands through the soft sand. I was so young I didn't even realize I was being swarmed by red and black carpenter ants that were protecting their home. At some point I must have started crying and by the time Mom got to me I was covered by hundreds of those cursed things. For a few seconds she tried to brush them off of me but she quickly realized that wasn't going to work. She scooped me up and dashed to the house where she stripped the clothes off of me and started pouring water over me to get them off. They were in my hair and in my ears and covered just about every square inch of me. After a few good dousings she finally got me cleaned up. When I got older, she told me I was covered with welts from head to toe. I have a deep hatred to this day for  bugs of any kind and I can't stand the thought of anything crawling on me.
These are just some of the experiences that I had at a very early age that I can remember. I wasn't yet seven years old when these things were burned into my psyche. I will end this narrative here but I'll continue on with my outdoor life experiences from the age of seven up to my young teenage years. It was during these years that I continued to learn about the natural world through books and magazines while gradually adding practical experiences to round out the knowledge I was gaining.

Until then, this is Dale Bauer saying "Happy Trails to You...Until we Meet Again"

Saturday, March 21, 2020


    This past winter has been a pretty good one here at home on Salmon River. Winter took a long time to get started this year and when it did get rolling, it had very little punch. A couple of storms and a couple of days of extreme temperatures (that I fished in) and that was about it. This kind of winter makes outdoor activities so much more enjoyable and adds many more days to the activity calendar. We had lots of good weather for ice fishing and all the snowmobilers had great going all winter.. There was enough snow for the sledders to travel good groomed trails but not so much that ice fishermen couldn't access the hard water. We drove on all the lakes and only had some trouble with slush at French Lake Being able to access the lakes is a big deal especially if you are older. There is a lot of gear and work that goes into ice fishing and if you can drive to your spot, it really makes it easier.
    We fished all of the tournaments in our area with varying degrees of success. I should clarify that statement. We caught fish every time we went out but only got to the winners circle once. It was a great year for me personally because I had a lot of hookups every time out. My fishing partners got bigger ones on several trips but I seemed to rack up more in terms of numbers. I know I lost some dandies at the hole. One in particular looked too big to easily come up through an 8 inch hole. This was at French Lake and tournament organizer Sam Daigle suggested it may have been a small musky. Possibly but it could very well have been a big pickerel. We had caught a few 23+inchers so we knew there were some nice ones around. I can see the day coming when fishermen will start hooking muskies in the Grand Lake system. They are there so it's just a matter of time. Here is a photo of one of  George Palmers pickerel caught at French Lake during one of our trips.
 George caught some nice pickerel this year which isn't unusual. He seems to be able to land the big ones and many times it's because he can think outside the box. By that I mean he will try the strangest things and to my surprise, many times these quirky things will catch nice fish. Whatever works, I guess! Here is a photo of an average sized pickerel I caught at French Lake. I caught 5-6 that day jigging one hole in the shack. I think the chum helped!
Georges girlfriend Karla fished with us several times and caught her share, including some nice ones. This next photo shows her trying to hang onto a lively pickerel while I took the picture,
Karla also got a couple of decent yellow perch. I think the biggest one was 10.5 inches. Here is a photo of  a small yellow perch I caught jigging with a Lindy perch talker and a worm. 
The biggest trick to catching perch, as well as most other species, is to first find them and then to stay on them when they move. I like to fish contour lines at the depths that whatever species I'm targeting preferers. There are hotspots for all the species in our area and a good fisherman will figure them out through trial and error over time. Judging by the success of local anglers, there is no shortage of good, knowledgeable ice fishermen in the Grand Lake area. Most of these guys are also quite willing to help people from away with tips on areas, depths and strategy for ice fishing the Grand lake system. That is all very commendable but it also has a down side but I'll talk about that later.
    The annual Family Tournament at the Key-Hole was well attended despite brutally cold temperatures. When I left the house at 7:00 AM the thermometer read a balmy -32 C. It's just a good thing there was no wind. I fished with my grandson Jackson and stepson Colton and we did pretty good. We jigged in three holes in our shack and set another seven tip ups outside. We caught a total of six pickerel and although we fished for other species, we didn't hook anything else. Jackson registered a 19.5 inch fish and I registered a 21 incher. Jack was just out of the running but much to my amazement, I took first place in the adult category with the fish I registered. Normally, this fish wouldn't have made even third place but not this year. Although I was happy with the win, it did cause some concern for me because it really wasn't that big. This tournament usually sees the kids category register the biggest fish and that was the case this year. This years winner in the kids category was Elijah Kassiram with a 23 inch pickerel. As I said already, I took first place in the adult category with a 21 inch pickerel.The lucky winner of the $2500 ice fishing package donated by JDI was Troy Walsh. This prize was awarded by draw which is a good idea because it removes the temptation for some fishermen to cheat. Here is a group photo of the winners of this years tournament.

I want to take this opportunity to thank long time tournament organizers and volunteers Sam Daigle and Ralph Goodwin for their dedication to the sport and the good work they do. A lot of these tournaments wouldn't be happening without them. A tip of the hat to you guys!  Here is a photo of Sam measuring a fish at one of the events. Ralph is to his immediate left.
    I want to touch base on a subject that brought certain realities to light at this years tournament. I alluded to the fact that there are some really good ice fishermen in the Grand Lake area and some of these guys are very generous when it comes to helping out other fishermen who may not be familiar with the area and the tactics used to catch fish in the broad expanse of the lakes that comprise the Grand Lake system. The Key-Hole is a relatively small pond off of Grand Lake that has been popular with local fishermen for decades. As the popularity of this sport has increased over the last few years, the pond has been receiving increased pressure. A few of the better ice fishermen have been more than generous with the outsiders and that is to be commended. That being said, some of these same guys, in my opinion, have been taken advantage of by the very people they have helped out. By this I mean they don't follow the same standards as their benefactors. This has caused a very noticeable reduction in the upper age class of pickerel at the Key-Hole. To illustrate this point, at this years tournament I had ten holes and caught six fish with the biggest being 21 inches. The Collette team had around twenty traps and caught 15 fish and none were over 18 inches. Add that up and you have 30 holes with a catch of 21 fish with only two over 18 inches. Compared to other years that is a very poor showing in terms of the size of fish caught.This is the first indicator of fishing pressure having a negative impact on the fishery. The pond only gets refreshed for a short time in the spring and from then on new fish are supplied through internal spawning. I think my readers can see where I'm going with this.
    I would encourage local fishermen to get to know the people they are assisting to see if they are on the same page as those helping them out. Fishing ethics is a personal thing and some fishermen, unfortunately, don't have any. This point was driven home to me when I seen one individual with a sink full of large pickerel on more than one occasion posted on Facebook. This person was helped out by one of the local nice guys who is a good fisherman and it came back to bite him in the ass. There are more than one person taking these trophy sized fish out of the system and we are seeing the affects of this practice now. A 20 inch pickerel is 8-10 years old. That is, or was, considered an average sized pickerel. A 24 inch pickerel is around 15 years old. Let that sink in. When you remove fish of this size, it takes a long time for them to get replaced in the system especially in a closed one.
    I'm sure many of these local, nice guy fishermen have had their eyes opened lately concerning this issue and it's too bad. Lets weed the ignorant fishermen out of this equation BEFORE they do their damage.

The deer in our area had a good winter and it was nice to see many hunters going after coyotes this year. Coyotes take a terrible toll on our deer herd during the winter and the more we can take out of the system, the less pressure they can exert on the herd. Although snaring is the easiest way to take coyotes, knowledgeable hunters can have good success pursuing these cagey predators. This next photo shows Kevin Bergoine with four dogs he laid low in one sitting. Kevin is a well known hunter from the Fredericton area and certainly knows how to get the job done. Kudos to you Kevin!
The hot spot for deer in our zone is the private land around the Four Lakes area. I was amazed at the number of deer running around peoples yards and to the chagrin of many, the roads in the area. Drivers must use extra caution in this area because these deer have no fear and are constantly crossing the roads especially during peak travel times in the morning and evening. Here is a photo of a small group of deer near Scotchtown. 
As you can see from this photo, the deer around this area are in terrific shape. No shortage of good forage around there!

    I have been watching for the first ducks to arrive back to the pond on my property on Salmon River but I think we are still about a week away. The pond is just starting to fill up from the slow melt so they should be arriving anytime. I use this event to officially signal that spring has finally arrived.

    Looking forward, the spring salmon fishery is set to open on April 15th. It's still too early to say whether the ice will be out but I will make one prediction. The current crises with the COVID-19 virus will be the final nail in the coffin for the Miramichi salmon outfitting industry. This is a very sad situation and many camps up and down the river will suffer severe financial losses which will spill over into the communities along the river. Hopefully, after this bottoming out, measures that have been put on hold will move forward to help restore this great fishery to it's former glory. I predict this will also happen so it's not all doom and gloom coming from this scribe.I have faith that the love for this sport will prevail in the end and once again we will see the great runs of salmon returning to the mighty Miramichi River.

H&BOA wants all our friends here and abroad to know that we are taking this situation very seriously and won't be guiding any foreign sports this spring . We may be able to guide local bear hunters looking for some expertise but this situation is just starting to unfold so we won't know anything definite for a while yet. Please feel free to contact me through the channels provided to confirm any dates going forward into the future. In the meantime, I encourage all my readers to have faith and practice the protocol. Stay safe and love your neighbor. The world is as one and we will defeat this virus. That's my final prediction for this blog entry!

This is Dale Bauer saying " Happy Trails to You....Until we Meet Again " 

Saturday, December 7, 2019


    Winter is slowly settling in here at home on Salmon River after what I would call a typical fall. Temperatures hovered around the freezing point and rarely got into double digits on either side of the scale. The moose hunt was a great success again this year. There was a total of 3,686 moose harvested. That's 152 more than last year. Although these are great numbers overall, there is cause for concern in some of the southern zones. The northern half of the province continues to produce some real trophies each year.  Here is a photo of one lucky hunter from up north with his first moose.
This moose had 20 pts. and a 52 inch spread. It dressed out at 920 lbs. A trophy bull in anyone's eyes! This next bull was taken by a well known hunter from the Sussex area. Brad has taken several trophy animals over the years and this is his latest bull moose which was taken last fall.
This moose was in beautiful condition and is a true trophy. Congratulations Brad! 
    Kenny and Jamie each had tags for Zone 18 which is in the heart of our hunting territories. I was along to do some calling and help out whatever way I could. Ken, Dallas and I set up camp on the Harley Road and when daylight came, we were on stand and calling. The weather turned bad so we did what many other hunters did and went for a drive. We had scouted several different areas and as luck would have it, a moose stepped out in the road at about 75 yards and stopped. Kenny didn't hesitate and both Ken and Dallas fired and the moose dropped right on the road. Dallas was second gun and with his help we soon had the moose dressed and loaded. We even had a couple of hunters from Richibucto give us a hand loading it. Thanks guys! Here is a photo of us with Kens moose.
Ken has taken bigger bulls but he is not a trophy hunter, per se. This was a nice young bull that was in great shape and he wasn't rutted up, so he was great table fare. Here is another photo of Kens moose where it dropped on the road. The hunt was over for us on the first day at 3:30 PM. This was one of the shortest and easiest moose hunts I have ever been on and we really enjoyed ourselves. Good job Kenny!
Jamie was hunting for horns and passed on a couple of smaller moose early in the hunt. On the last day, he had a chance at an old smasher but couldn't connect. Jamie didn't tag a moose but he took it all in stride. He knows that if you want to be a trophy hunter,you must be prepared to take the good with the bad. Jamie still had a great hunt and was happy to have had his chance at a nice bull. Next time Jamie!

    After the moose hunt, my buddy George wanted to get out for some late fall striper fishing. We have been targeting stripers the last few years as this fishery has exploded onto the outdoor scene here in New Brunswick. In the fall, we usually fish cut bait and that's what worked for George and I at the end of the season in late October. We fished the Miramichi River near Red Bank from shore and managed to land a few keepers. Here are a couple of photos of George and I with the stripers we caught.
I hate to admit it but George out fished me in both size and numbers, This fish put up a great fight and it was at the top of the slot size. George caught three more over two days similar to this one.
We used Dan MacDonald's heavy duty Big Rigs with great results, His tackle is top notch and reasonably priced. Please check out Dans gear at this link https://www.facebook.com/Big-Rigs-Tackle-100435508108899/?__tn__=%2Cd%2CP-R&eid=ARDbWyBZf0lns8algzbKD-fTV3HByhbkniccw-hnV8sAZDq4Hqy9qOKyo95lwXMNaMJeg_qNLIMnKl5-

    Mother Nature provided deer hunters with snow for most of the season and hunters across the province were happy to have it. Like last year, the snow cover helped hunters figure out where the deer were and made it easier to find good ambush points. Some of the younger hunters used the snow cover to track big bucks on the move but this type of hunting isn't for everyone. Older hunters, for the most part, just don't have the stamina to stay on a track all day through rough terrain although there are exceptions to every rule. This can be a very difficult way to kill a big buck but when it all comes together, the reward can be an old smasher hanging on the game pole.
     Brooke took the first buck in our group again this year. She was watching Grandpa's apple trees out back and one morning an eight point buck was standing there. This buck was three and a half years old and dressed out at 192 lbs lbs. Here is a photo of Brookes buck.
On the scale.
Kenny and Jamie hunted hard the last two weeks of the season and two days before the end  of the season, Kenny connected on a nice trophy sized white-tail buck. Kenny's buck was taken on Jamies private ground on the Harley Road. He jumped the buck on the edge of a chopping and made a great running shot on it. Kens buck had eleven points and dressed out at 217 lbs.
This was a nice buck to get and Kenny was happy to harvest it. It had been a while since his last one and he felt he was due. He was right! Another nice buck for the wall Kenny!
    Jamie passed on several small bucks waiting for a big one but it didn't happen for him this year. As for myself, my activities were limited due to health issues and personal commitments but I did get out a bit and I was seeing more sign in our hunting areas and that was encouraging .God willing, I'll be in better shape next year and get a chance at a buck. It's been a while for me and I've got the feeling I'm due too!
    I want to mention some other successful hunters from our area who tagged nice bucks this year. These bucks, as well as Brooke and Kens, were taken within ten kilometers of our homes here on Salmon River. 
    This first buck was taken Marley Lemon on her fathers private wood lot. Marley's dad has had a feeding station for many years and only takes mature bucks out of his little herd. Marley grew up sitting with her father and helping with the feeding regiment during the off season. This year with her Dads help , she took a dandy buck. This was Marley's first buck and it dressed out at 242 lbs
Here's another photo of Marley's first buck.
Terry has a few big bucks of his own on the wall but he's super proud to have been there when she got her first one. Congratulations Marley on your first buck! Terry got Marley's hunt on video and here is a short clip  of their special hunt. 
    This next buck was taken by Martin Beers while he was out for a drive on the Harley Road.
Another nice buck was taken close to home by local hunter Randy Dickinson. This was Randy's biggest buck and it dressed out at 226 lbs.
Another local hunter also took a young 8 pt. that dressed out around 160 lbs. As you can see, we have the genetics to grow trophy bucks right here at home. We just need more of them! The common denominator with all these bucks is they were all taken on private ground by hunters who had access.

    Honorable mention goes to Kevin Sabean for hanging yet another nice New Brunswick whitetail on the pole. This buck wasn't his biggest but it's still a nice mature buck that any hunter would be proud to harvest.
Kevin has also passed on his considerable skills as a woodsman to his sons and together with some friends they have a great FB page full of their outdoor related activities. Please check their page out here. https://www.facebook.com/groups/130516343992260/.

    I want to mention the bucks that Hal Kifillen and his step-son took this fall. Hal was hunting out of his lodge in upper Salmon River and he helped Tanner get his first buck and it was a beautiful 13 pointer. It was taken near the end of the season  Here is a great photo of Tanner with his big buck.
Not to be out done, Hal tagged a beautiful dark horned buck that dressed out at 212 lbs. 
Good job boy's! It's really nice to see bucks of this calibre coming out of Salmon River once again.

    I guess if I had to pick a "sportsman of the year" for 2019, it would be Dave English. Dave first got my attention by posting photos of huge stripers he was catching at the Reversing Falls in Saint John with some regularity. By huge I mean 25lbs. and up. Like this one 
Then I see where he had moved up river from Saint John and posted a picture of a trophy sized musky he landed.
Not too shabby! At this point I'm thinking, this man can fish, big time! I'm getting it. Fishing is his thing. Then I come across this photo of him with a beauty white-tail buck he took this fall with his bow.
I'll let my readers be the final judges but Dave gets my vote, for sure. Congratulations Dave on a great year!

    Preliminary numbers are a total kill of 7,294 deer killed in New Brunswick this year. That represents a 17% increase over last years harvest. This increase can be attributed to a slight jump in the size of our deer herd and a late season with snow on the ground.. Deer hunters shouldn't get too excited because this increase is coming from the rock bottom in terms of numbers of deer killed in past years. I have to say that this is the first year in many years that I can see a light at the end of this tunnel  Currently, we have a Minister of Natural Resources in a minority government who is making any small changes that will move us forward in terms of rules and regulations governing our fish and wildlife. Most of these changes are easy to make and won't cost the government any money. The real test is yet to come and that is nothing short of re-vamping the Crown Lands and Forest Act The large forestry companies are not going to want change because the way it stands, they run the show. Every other DNR Minister and  Premier since L.J. Robichaud has caved into the pressure from Big Business. Groups are organizing and law suits are pending before the courts that are exposing the decades of corruption between Big Business and our provincial governments. This push back by the citizens is why we have a minority government today and I will end this short rant by saying if our present government doesn't come up with a good plan, in short order, to improve our forestry practises, the government will fall. Are you listening Mike?

    There are still some good hunting days left for rabbits and grouse before the snow gets too deep. Jamie and Kenny are still picking up a few partridge here and there but rabbits are scarce in our area. This is also prime time to scout for next years hunt. It's nice to know if there are still bucks that survived the season. There is just enough snow to see a track and animals have been on the move. It's too bad fur prices are so low because the amount of fox, cat and coyote tracks we are seeing is unreal. It's nice to see some species thriving and maintaining healthy numbers. I'm very optimistic that sportsmen in New Brunswick will all do whatever they can to ensure we have a management process in place for our white-tailed deer going forward.

    Ice fishing season is coming right up and the tournament dates are already listed on FB. I love ice fishing for pickerel and perch and I'll be out there every chance I get. If anyone would like to tag along, please contact me through the channels provided. We have reasonable rates and supply everything you need for your ice fishing adventure in the beautiful Grand Lake area!


    This is Dale Bauer saying " Happy Trails to You.....Until we Meet Again! "


    Spring has finally arrived here at home on Salmon River after what could be described as "a good winter" for this part of New...