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Not really survival related but I wanted to mention this separate from today’s hunting report.
Having the hill to myself today had me a little weirded out right from the start. It’s not the way rifle season is supposed to begin. There’s lots of family history here but most of the hunters have passed on leaving my cousin and I as the last of our clan, not counting my two kids. In my head I can grasp this but I’m not liking it one bit. Doesn’t help he missed turkey season this spring, something that rarely has happened.
So as I’m walking around thinking about times past and wondering what the future has in store I take notice yet again of traces of the past around me. This area has miles and miles of stonewalls made from clearing fields. One thing about our hill that I’ve not seen on other properties are scores of stone piles. My 80 year old relative’s grandparents bought the place in the 1930’s and the piles were here before them. My guess is after slash and burn clearing back in the 1800’s these piles were made then left behind. Either because they weren’t needed or too far away to use. I can’t imagine how much work, how many people or how long it took doing this all by hand and a stone boat behind a horse. No more impressive than the walls by any means but just different. The walls had to get the stone from somewhere and I suppose this is how they started out, just piles of material gathered first.
The woods are growing back around them naturally, I don’t want them disturbed but eventually the place will get logged and they’ll probably be in the way.
Progress following progress or circle of life I guess.
Having the hill to myself today had me a little weirded out right from the start. It’s not the way rifle season is supposed to begin. There’s lots of family history here but most of the hunters have passed on leaving my cousin and I as the last of our clan, not counting my two kids. In my head I can grasp this but I’m not liking it one bit. Doesn’t help he missed turkey season this spring, something that rarely has happened.
So as I’m walking around thinking about times past and wondering what the future has in store I take notice yet again of traces of the past around me. This area has miles and miles of stonewalls made from clearing fields. One thing about our hill that I’ve not seen on other properties are scores of stone piles. My 80 year old relative’s grandparents bought the place in the 1930’s and the piles were here before them. My guess is after slash and burn clearing back in the 1800’s these piles were made then left behind. Either because they weren’t needed or too far away to use. I can’t imagine how much work, how many people or how long it took doing this all by hand and a stone boat behind a horse. No more impressive than the walls by any means but just different. The walls had to get the stone from somewhere and I suppose this is how they started out, just piles of material gathered first.
The woods are growing back around them naturally, I don’t want them disturbed but eventually the place will get logged and they’ll probably be in the way.
Progress following progress or circle of life I guess.
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