Supermoon. I used to treasure the bright full moons in fall with no cloud cover. No wind. Dead silence. I used to stay up until about 3AM. I'd walk the woods from after supper until then. Carry my Baikal (illegal but, stupid to walk the woods without a weapon... 600+# black bears don't even buy a licence to hunt humans). I could see 300 yards and I saw a lot. I even saw a birch partridge budding at midnight and a hawk after him... hawk went hungry... don't mess with an old cock partridge. Fuck I miss the woods. It's the only place I ever felt truly at peace. Just me and the woods, alone for days with only the woods to walk and witness and the air to breathe. I weep when I realize I will never get back there again. I truly weep. But, I gots me stories eh, I does? Made a lot of 'em when I could. Made a lot. If I had carried a camera/camcorder for my 45 or so years hunting and fishing... one a them there one's what ya can buy now and wear on yer head? Wow. Hiking back fifteen miles or more along a brook or on ridges between bogs, I saw things I doubt many have seen. Hehehee... maybe that's where I got the arthritis... wore meself out? Nah... it's psoriatic arthritis. Comes from the French side of the family. Now, combine that with the Irish temperament... in pain and short tempered... not a good combination. = cranky old man. BTW, if you ever venture way back and find a fir tree with a knot tied in it at the base when it was a young tree, that may have been me saying, "Gary was here." And if you find two trees where one has "grown through" the middle of the other near the butts of those trees, usually ash or maple, that probably was me saying, "Hello. I was here."... and you should spend time exploring the nearby area. Hmmm... anybody else do this? I have made inukshuks too, but stones on brooks on Kent County can be hard to come by and don't last like tree knots and bark cuts. Say, anyone bark cut anymore or do you just use flagging? Or... yecch!... a GPS?