The Northern Woodlands office sits in downtown Cookeville, Vermont. There’s a little green – and by little we mean a half acre of shin-high grass. Around it are the office, a tiny post office, an old school, a brick house, a big wood house, a little wood house, and a town hall. That’s pretty much the downtown. Walk from east to west and both sides of the road are lined by farm fields. Walk north through a stand of hemlock and you’ll hit the Cookeville brook; walk south and you’ll hit a wetland that’s backed by Hurricane Ridge.
The delivery truck drivers are always dropping hints that it would be a lot nicer if we’d relocate to a more urban area – especially during winter and mud season, which combined take up more than half the year. But it’s pretty organic, when you’re writing about the sticks, to have an office in the sticks. It’s also more fun. After being inspired by all the great game camera pictures readers have shared with us, we decided to get two of our own cameras and set them up outside the office. After considering all the options and features of various cameras, including range, trigger speed, flash, battery life, and most importantly, price, we chose a Browning Dark Ops HD and a Bushnell Naturview HD Max. We bought the cameras, so if they don’t perform like we hope, we’ll give you an honest take. The goal with this project is to capture images of some of the wildlife living in our backyard, then share the pictures with you and the lessons we learned trying to get the shot.
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Like a lot of rural kids, my introduction to furbearing animals came through trapping. It’s not an easy endeavor ever – especially when you’re 12 – so the powers of the animals you chase take on mythic proportions. I became vaguely proficient with muskrats, but mink were ghosts, beaver were too strong to catch and hold (which is what happens when you use weak-springed jump traps that your grandfather trapped with in the 1930s), and foxes were impossibly smart. An animal that was mystic as well as mythic was the bobcat. I knew they existed, since I’d see their pelts… Read More »