December 10, 2018

Cursing Globull Warming

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This morning I woke up to some more of Al Gore’s BS global warming, a.k.a. Climate Change. I need to remind readers that it is ONLY November 15th. It has been brutally cold. Presently at my house here in Maine, we have about 7 inches of snow on the ground. The current temperature is hovering at a balmy -2 F. The forecast calls for a Winter Storm Warning tonight into tomorrow. Snow accumulation of 5 – 10 inches expected, followed by more blustery winds and bone-chilling temperatures.

I haven’t even ventured out to go deer hunting. In my youth, I would have taken complete advantage of this snow and been on the track of a big buck every opportunity I had. Instead, yesterday I tried to figure out why my Farmall tractor up and decided it wasn’t going to run. The problem is it’s so damned cold I can’t spend but a few minutes at a time tinkering. With cleanup from the last winter storm still needed everywhere and more predicted, it looks like I might have to call a friend to plow me out if we get too much of the white stuff. I can pack it down and hope for the best. I’ll be headed South around the first of December (what was I thinking?) so maybe I can get by until then.

It would be nice to get some of that “Indian Summer” next week, or even the week after but so far nothing of the sort is in the forecast.

In the meantime, Al Gore can suck rotten eggs.

Considering that I used to walk to school every day, uphill, both ways, this weather is not normal, nor does it tell us the climate is changing. It reminds us that weather is weather – aside from the fact that technology exists to manipulate the weather and to use it as a weapon of warfare and people control.

This prolonged cold and snow remind me of November 1968. I hunted on snow just about the entire deer hunting season. Heading into Thanksgiving week, even in the lower elevations, the snow was higher than knee deep. Most of us in the family had tagged out before Thanksgiving and I clearly recall that right after dinner on Turkey Day, my father and brothers and I headed to the local ski jumping hill, packed it out and took a few jumps – on Thanksgiving. We could have been jumping before this but deer hunting came first. We needed the sustenance.

*Note* – It was two years later that during Christmas Vacation Week, the ski team gathered afternoons and evenings with bushel baskets, garbage cans, boxes, shovels, snow blowers, and snow plows. We scraped the adjacent field next to the ski jump trying to find enough snow to cover the jumping hill in order to ski on it. Comparing the two events is a reminder of “Weather Change” and nothing to do with Climate Change.

The Winter of 68/69 turned out to be a record snow year. I have to say I honestly cannot remember about temperatures. Generally speaking, with a lot of snow there is an absence of any real prolonged frigid air.

I am in hopes that all my hunting friends are able to take advantage of this snow and it increases their chances at success.

I wonder if the Maine Department of Inland Fisheries and Wildlife had it in their minds someplace, before issuing a record number of “Any-Deer Permits” that there may be snow to hunt on the majority of the season?

 

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