Outdoor Adventures with Gary Lee - Vol. 125

Bobs trout fall 2021

Outdoor Adventures with Gary Lee - Vol. 125

About the only color left in the woods is the gray of the bare trees and the tans and rust color of the beeches and the coming on of the yellows of the tamaracks. Hurricane Pamala hit the west coast of Mexico on October 13 as a category three, with winds of 120 MPH. It traveled across Mexico into Texas and Oklahoma, where it dropped 4 to 8 inches of rainfall on an already wet Texas. The tail of that hurricane went all the way across the country, causing some tornadoes and thunderstorms along the way, even going through here yesterday, 10/16. It dropped over three inches of rain here on its way eastward, a lot of which was soaked up by the fallen leaves, so there wasn’t too much runoff. 

I got most of my driveway ditches blown out before the rains came, but the high winds that blew through here with a couple thunderstorms had even the beech leaves blowing by the windows like a snowstorm of brown. This sure exposes the beechnut crop in the treetops, where the birds that are working them don’t even have to hunt for a nut on the bare branches. 

Very few birds coming to the feeders, as they are all eating beechnuts while they are available. Ravens, crows, blue jays, woodpeckers, chickadees, and nuthatches are all working the bounty before winter kicks in. 

There is a temperature change coming tonight, where it might even freeze for the second time this fall. My roses and dahlias are still blooming, as well as a few hollyhocks. Still picking tomatoes and finally got a zucchini from the garden.

My gourd crop at the transfer station leaf pile was the best ever, with some folks in town calling it Gourd Mountain. I picked the final crop this morning: well over two hundred gourds of all shapes, sizes, and color tones. I had four zucchini plants that I tried up there for the first time, but they crossed with the gourd plants and I only found two that looked like zucchinis. I took over one hundred up to the Loon Celebration at the Paul smiths VIC last weekend for the kids to paint on. Fifty decorated the tables at View for an opening luncheon for the Quilt Show. I’m taking down another hundred or more for the programs going all this week at View. I scattered them all around town and several people went up and picked their own, as I see them in their yards and on their porches. That pile of leaves and pine needles, mixed with Evan’s horse manure, makes a rich hot pile and many of the gourd plants branched out thirty feet or more, with a gourd growing at every leaf on the vine. 

I even tried to catch a big pretty brook trout before the end of the season but all I caught was little ones up to ten inches.  Some of these were females that were full of eggs. I went into Queer Lake twice, trolled around for a few hours, tied up to logs along the shoreline and fly fished to jumping fish. I think they were just jumping to loosen their eggs before laying them. They sure didn’t want what I was putting on the water. Everywhere around the shoreline, I saw and could catch the little ones that were just stocked on a fly and maybe the bigger ones were munching on these little guys and didn’t have to bite on my hooks. I saw people on the trail and at the lean-to both days, but I had the lake to myself. The blue jays were ruckus all around the shoreline, as they worked the beechnuts and I only saw a single hooded merganser duck on the pond in two days. Five years ago, I left a pair of paddles hanging in a cedar tree when I had fished the lake early in the spring and caught some nice ones. Well, they were still in the same tree where I left them and still usable. I did have to hunt for a canoe, and then I had to patch it where someone had shot holes in it with a rifle. I always carry a roll of gorilla tape for such patching, and it worked. 

My brother Bob had better luck, but he fished several ponds before he hit one and caught some nice brookies, up to fifteen inches. He went back in with a friend the last day and they got soaked as a downpour hit them before lunchtime. They started a fire and got dried out, but didn’t catch as many trout as the first day there but did better than me, maybe next year.

Hunters be careful out there and treat every gun as a loaded gun, but that’s another story. See ya. 

Above Photo: Brother Bob’s Brooktrout,

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some of my gourd harvest


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  • Linda Haas 27/10/2021 6:28pm (1 month ago)

    Greetings Gary, missed seeing you this summer on Lake Abanakee, Big Brook Rd. Had a successful 2 chick Loon hatch, but only 1 survived .
    Leaving for S.C. in 2 weeks. Look forward to seeing you in the spring of 2022.
    Have a safe winter.

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