We return to the Allagash, Aroostook County, Northern Maine, and the single-cabin camp that my Uncle Glenn rented from one of the timbering companies—for $100 a year, back in the 1970s. He and my father stand near center in the Featured Image, which my cousin presumably captured.
Real outdoorsmen, real hunters. Yeah, there are too many beer guts, but the brothers were nevertheless hearty and strong. My uncle, the bigger and better-natured man, was about nine years older than his jealous, surly sibling. I often wondered how they could ever be blood relations, because dispositions so differed.
Uncle Glenn also developed better bushcraft skills. He hunted with bow and arrows, and he trapped small game for fur. He could have easily lived off the land, if need be—or even if it didn’t. He seemed happiest outdoors, by himself, with the natural world the only companion. I totally relate to that.
Photo Credit: Dan Wilcox