337th day-28 days follow
Carl Bolt picked me up at 7 A.M. and we went up by the golf links round by Whipples and then up by Cotton Pond. Here we ran into a crowd we met last year, so we joined up and drove the section west of the pond. I had a swell chance to get my deer, fired three shots at a doe, and have no excuse for missing.
At noon Carl had to go to town, so I got off at Quaker Tavern, and worked through the newly cut off pine forest, over to the old Jordan Golf Course that has been plowed. I hunted part of it and found one nice arrow head, and several broken and poor ones.
Worked thru the swamp over to Fiske Mabbits, saw three red squirrels, two partridges, and saw five dead dove kits that got blown ashore during the gale. I Met Carl and we went back up around Long and Bloody Pond and I found a dime at the Scout Camp. We came home by the hill.
After supper Thel and I went up on the hill land got some tire chains to send to Boston, for the Bosses cars.
2 Replies to “Monday, Dec. 3, 1945”
I am always amazed at the distance covered in his walks
I think that the “dove kits: are Dovekies. Dovekies are small, black and white, pelagic birds that are sometimes blown onshore during NE storms. This may also be the small “awk” that Jesse mentioned in an earlier entry. I would have loved to go on a hike with Jesse around Chiltonville! Fred
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