We spent the first week of the hunt at a sturdy cabin but today we are off to a tent (a big tent, but still) up the river. When I voiced concern about the food and bears Chip said there are more bears in my backyard than up there, and certainly in town. It’s true. The dogs and people have the beach during the day, but the bears get it all night. Also, they have learned to open car doors so after, or maybe before their walk they go to town and see what stray snacks they can forage under car seats. They found the sacks of Bamboo Room gravy mix in Christy’s car outside the cafe and made quite a mess of it.
There was no bear sign at the cabin, but it it did rain alot. My umbrella came in handy.
One of the benefits of moose hunting is that there is a lot of time to read while you sit in tree stands and dry out by the stove.
I snorted trying not laugh out loud in the quiet marsh reading Nora Ephron’s hilarious Heartburn, a novel based on her divorce, and loved Luis Alberto Urrea’s new novel Goodnight, Irene about two “doughnut dollies” during WW II in Europe. They drove a Red Cross food truck — making coffee and doughnuts, playing music from a record player and mostly being a friendly face. The story is based on the author’s mother’s life. I actually had to slow down so I wouldn’t finish the third book too soon– plus, I didn’t really want Ann Patchett’s Tom Lake to end. I am an Our Town fan and an Ann Patchett fan, so it was the perfect comfort read. She includes a story of producing the play inside the story of a family on a cherry farm during the Covid lockdown. It’s wonderful.
Now I’m onto Educated, Chip just finished it, ( and he’s onto Goodnight, Irene.) And I have packed a few more for this week.16 moose have already been taken, and the goal is about 20, so it may be a shorter trip if they close the season early. We shall see…
