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Well today was one of my more interesting days prospecting…
I decided to do a big loop and check out various sampling sites. The first stop was number one as the geologist I am working with has an affinity for schist-muscovite-quartz-garnet, so I thought I would take some pictures there. I did, but other then some new strike directions, and some surficial flows out of the region there was nothing exciting.
I did see a site on top of a hill that was interesting. On the Northeast side there was a fairly big depression, but I could not tell if the area had been a test dig, with my forefathers onto the same thing I was, or if it was just where a big tree had uprooted, then rotted to oblivion giving the soil the dug look. I will go with the first so that I can lay claim that it was dug here before and I can mine it under grandfather Clause!
But then as I was headed to a new stream to test pan, I saw a track in the snow. It was snowing really hard out, and yet this track was super-fresh and I had expected I had jumped a Bobcat. After that the hunt was on, and it was me!
This is not really a good time of year to be jumping predators with their young, so I crossed a stream, broke through the ice and dragged myself up the ravine only to find more Bobcat tracks. There is nothing in Maine that will hurt you, but when you are alone in 10,000 acres of forest by yourself, the potential to get attacked seems more likely than sane thinking.
I decided to do a big loop and check out various sampling sites. The first stop was number one as the geologist I am working with has an affinity for schist-muscovite-quartz-garnet, so I thought I would take some pictures there. I did, but other then some new strike directions, and some surficial flows out of the region there was nothing exciting.
I did see a site on top of a hill that was interesting. On the Northeast side there was a fairly big depression, but I could not tell if the area had been a test dig, with my forefathers onto the same thing I was, or if it was just where a big tree had uprooted, then rotted to oblivion giving the soil the dug look. I will go with the first so that I can lay claim that it was dug here before and I can mine it under grandfather Clause!
But then as I was headed to a new stream to test pan, I saw a track in the snow. It was snowing really hard out, and yet this track was super-fresh and I had expected I had jumped a Bobcat. After that the hunt was on, and it was me!
This is not really a good time of year to be jumping predators with their young, so I crossed a stream, broke through the ice and dragged myself up the ravine only to find more Bobcat tracks. There is nothing in Maine that will hurt you, but when you are alone in 10,000 acres of forest by yourself, the potential to get attacked seems more likely than sane thinking.