My new toy...
Er, I meant tool...yeah, that's it.
Finally pulled some of my teeth and decided to give my map and compass a "rest". Well, sort of. Not really. Probably not. I've never been the type of person to put a lot of faith in an electronic device...but it should be fun to play with. Stay tuned...
Friday, September 12, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Gear Review: Hill Sound Trail Crampon
I'm planning on discussing gear that I've used in a review style format about once per week. I wrestled with which piece of gear to start with, and decided that a fly ball to left field would be the way to start. Ok, not really, but this morning has been our coldest morning of late summer/early fall yet, so I decided to look at a vital piece of winter gear first.
I've had my Hill Sound Trail Crampons for 4 years, and I consider them an indispensable piece of winter gear. I spend a lot of time winter snowshoeing, hiking, trapping, ice fishing and hunting each year, and am planning even more in the next few years, and a fair amount of time is spent on packed trails or ice, where snowshoes (while capable) are simply too heavy to comfortably trek in mile after mile needlessly.
Enter the trail crampon. The style I have (now marketed under the "Ultra" series, are an approximately 1" series of metal unsharpened triangular blades held together with a light chain. These blades are positioned at the toe, ball, and heel positions to enable walking or hiking in near vertical conditions, as well as the flat ice which the northern US and Canada is famous for.
The style I have is mated with a flexible rubber fitting which is designed to fit over a winter boot. I have a size 10.5 (US) foot, and usually wear size 11 boots for additional sock layers, and the Large size I have easily fits over my boots, and is held fast by a Velcro cross tie over the mid-arch of my foot, behind the toe cap of my boot.
Putting the crampons on can be a bit tricky, as you need to assure that the rubber ring at the top secures over the heel of the boot, as well as both side of the toe cap. I have run into trouble while attempting to throw them on in a hurry, only to discover after a dozen steps or so that one side of the toe cap has slid off, as I failed to assure it was over.
As far as performance, on icy packed trails, such as frequented hiking trails or snowmobile trails, I've yet to slip or slid in these crampons, unlike some other products I have tied. It is difficult to clog these crampons with snow which sticks to the bottom of your boot (although not impossible, even with a heavy application of non stick cooking spray). I feel almost like Spiderman in these crampons, able to cling to surfaces at a 45 (or more) degree angle.
On the icy flatness of winter lakes in Maine, these are a superb crampon. I've fished with others who wear other types of grips and have never had a slip or fall while others have. I especially appreciate the traction afforded by these crampons while boring holes, as the torque caused by the auger can sometimes cause you to slide laterally around the hole without these traction devices.
Unfortunately, I've yet to do any serious mountaineering with these crampons, but I plan to this coming winter. We'll see how they stand up on Mt. Washington in New Hampshire's White Mountains, home to the worst weather in the world. Stay tuned.
I've had my Hill Sound Trail Crampons for 4 years, and I consider them an indispensable piece of winter gear. I spend a lot of time winter snowshoeing, hiking, trapping, ice fishing and hunting each year, and am planning even more in the next few years, and a fair amount of time is spent on packed trails or ice, where snowshoes (while capable) are simply too heavy to comfortably trek in mile after mile needlessly.
Enter the trail crampon. The style I have (now marketed under the "Ultra" series, are an approximately 1" series of metal unsharpened triangular blades held together with a light chain. These blades are positioned at the toe, ball, and heel positions to enable walking or hiking in near vertical conditions, as well as the flat ice which the northern US and Canada is famous for.
The style I have is mated with a flexible rubber fitting which is designed to fit over a winter boot. I have a size 10.5 (US) foot, and usually wear size 11 boots for additional sock layers, and the Large size I have easily fits over my boots, and is held fast by a Velcro cross tie over the mid-arch of my foot, behind the toe cap of my boot.
Putting the crampons on can be a bit tricky, as you need to assure that the rubber ring at the top secures over the heel of the boot, as well as both side of the toe cap. I have run into trouble while attempting to throw them on in a hurry, only to discover after a dozen steps or so that one side of the toe cap has slid off, as I failed to assure it was over.
As far as performance, on icy packed trails, such as frequented hiking trails or snowmobile trails, I've yet to slip or slid in these crampons, unlike some other products I have tied. It is difficult to clog these crampons with snow which sticks to the bottom of your boot (although not impossible, even with a heavy application of non stick cooking spray). I feel almost like Spiderman in these crampons, able to cling to surfaces at a 45 (or more) degree angle.
On the icy flatness of winter lakes in Maine, these are a superb crampon. I've fished with others who wear other types of grips and have never had a slip or fall while others have. I especially appreciate the traction afforded by these crampons while boring holes, as the torque caused by the auger can sometimes cause you to slide laterally around the hole without these traction devices.
Unfortunately, I've yet to do any serious mountaineering with these crampons, but I plan to this coming winter. We'll see how they stand up on Mt. Washington in New Hampshire's White Mountains, home to the worst weather in the world. Stay tuned.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
My best friend...
All Woods bums have a dog. A dog is, quite literally, man's best friend. Or at least this man's best friend.
Dogs have an incredible sense of smell(around 300 times more sensitive than a human), are loyal, protective, and make a warm pillow. Trappers in the north in the late 1800s and early 1900s almost always had a dog out in the bush. Dogs provided these trappers with an early warning system on the approach of bears, wolves, and other predators intent on making a meal of said trapper. On the very cold nights, these woodsmen would bring their sled dogs into their shelter with them (hence the origin of the term "3 dog night").
Dogs provided transportation to these early woodsman, retrieved small game, and sometimes even provided food, in survival situations. I know I never hope to be in a situation where I have to eat one.
Let me introduce you to my best friend - her name is Tikka. Tikka is an almost 6 year old chocolate lab who is among the best dogs I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, much less calling my friend. She comes from a couple of hunting bloodlines, and was pointing birds at 10 weeks - even though labs are not known as pointers. If the humans I knew were half as friendly and loyal as Tikka, I'd have a lot more friends.
I wish I was a better friend to her. All she wants to do is hunt. She was born to it, and I am saddened by the lack of time I have been able to provide her with these opportunities. Not this year though. This year, we are going to rock it. Avian prey beware, Tikka is on the prowl!
Dogs have an incredible sense of smell(around 300 times more sensitive than a human), are loyal, protective, and make a warm pillow. Trappers in the north in the late 1800s and early 1900s almost always had a dog out in the bush. Dogs provided these trappers with an early warning system on the approach of bears, wolves, and other predators intent on making a meal of said trapper. On the very cold nights, these woodsmen would bring their sled dogs into their shelter with them (hence the origin of the term "3 dog night").
Dogs provided transportation to these early woodsman, retrieved small game, and sometimes even provided food, in survival situations. I know I never hope to be in a situation where I have to eat one.
Let me introduce you to my best friend - her name is Tikka. Tikka is an almost 6 year old chocolate lab who is among the best dogs I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, much less calling my friend. She comes from a couple of hunting bloodlines, and was pointing birds at 10 weeks - even though labs are not known as pointers. If the humans I knew were half as friendly and loyal as Tikka, I'd have a lot more friends.
I wish I was a better friend to her. All she wants to do is hunt. She was born to it, and I am saddened by the lack of time I have been able to provide her with these opportunities. Not this year though. This year, we are going to rock it. Avian prey beware, Tikka is on the prowl!
What in the world...?
Good morning! I figured it would probably behoove me to explain what I am doing here...and what in the world this blog is about.
First, this blog is about me. Moi. Me, myself, and I. Selfish? Eh, maybe a bit. But hear me out!
I'm almost 40. I have been feeling for some time that my life is passing me by, and rather than being the driver, that I've been a passenger for most of my adult life. I've blinked, and the last 20 years have passed me by. Where did the time go?
I don't know...
But I know where it hasn't been. It hasn't been doing the things I enjoy.
I am a man who was born 200 years too late. I know, a lot of people SAY they feel that way. I truly was born 200 years too late. I see myself in buckskins striding across the Rockies trapping beaver and other furbearers, hunting for my needs, along with some gathering.
Unfortunately, because of other demands on my life, I have been unable to do much of this the last 20 years. It stops now. IT STOPS NOW. I'm tired of living my life for others.
I'm tired of taking one step towards the life I want to live, and the person I want to be...and two steps back.
This is my story, and my steps forward. Enjoy.
First, this blog is about me. Moi. Me, myself, and I. Selfish? Eh, maybe a bit. But hear me out!
I'm almost 40. I have been feeling for some time that my life is passing me by, and rather than being the driver, that I've been a passenger for most of my adult life. I've blinked, and the last 20 years have passed me by. Where did the time go?
I don't know...
But I know where it hasn't been. It hasn't been doing the things I enjoy.
I am a man who was born 200 years too late. I know, a lot of people SAY they feel that way. I truly was born 200 years too late. I see myself in buckskins striding across the Rockies trapping beaver and other furbearers, hunting for my needs, along with some gathering.
Unfortunately, because of other demands on my life, I have been unable to do much of this the last 20 years. It stops now. IT STOPS NOW. I'm tired of living my life for others.
I'm tired of taking one step towards the life I want to live, and the person I want to be...and two steps back.
This is my story, and my steps forward. Enjoy.
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