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06/20/2002 Archived Entry: "Beavers again"
More beaver newsArmed only with my trusty Nikon Coolpix 990 and a brace of unwashed armpits as bug proofing, I waded through the muck and mire to the beaver devastation region of Fool's Hollow on my morning constitutional.
I wore my broad-brimmed Australian-style stockman's hat, lovingly crafted of straw by slave labor in China, as protection against the deerflies.
Foolish boy. The insect life in this drowned-rat area is rich and lush and multitudinous.
Stumbling and lurching through the puckerbrush, hoping not to surprise any black bear sows with their tubby little cubs, I followed the beaver-blocked brook in a southerly direction.
They have now built a second dam above the large home dam, that gets larger with each passing day. This one seems to be a holding pond, to keep too much water flowing north and flooding their lodge.
Bowing to the inevitable, I waded through chest-high ferns and sloshed homeward -- bitten, sweaty, but unbowed.