The big bucks stopped here
Mr. Webster says in his dictionary that the word buck is used as an expression of responsibility such as in “passing the buck’’, meaning, of course, to blame someone else for your own shortcomings. President Harry Truman made the saying famous, “the buck stops here” when it adorned his desk in the oval office. Historian John Duquette writing in The Enterprise years ago opined about the big bucks harvested in the Adirondacks in the late 1800’s: “A couple of outstanding records authenticated by game commissioners are almost unbelievable when compared to the big bucks of today. During the open season of 1877, a hunter named John Denny killed a buck at Meacham Lake which weighed 357 pounds, live weight. During October, 1890, Denny’s record was smashed by Henry Ordway, at Mud Lake, who bagged a 388 pound buck, live weight, with antler beams of 32 inches and a maximum point length of 13 inches.” The Trudeau Big Buck Contest I have no idea when the Trudeau Big Buck Contest left the
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The following information was taken from the 1920 Conservation Commission’s annual report to the state Legislature. The report refers to what we knew as “game protectors” as simply “protectors.”
I guess that in 1920, when cats were rarel
Hunting with hounds
Big game hunting in the Adirondacks “ain’t what it used to be.” Just look around you and remember what the streets of Saranac Lake looked like in Novembers past. Men in red and black checkered wool jackets with matching pants and caps, with laced-up
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This is the third column about that great camp, the Knollwood Club, which consists of six big cottages.
In previous weeks we covered the history of the club as written in the book “Great Camps of the Adirondacks” by Harvey Kaiser and in
The Knollwood Club
The average citizen living in the Adirondacks probably never gets to see any of the “great camps”, inside or out, unless one is a caretaker, employee or in the trades.
I was fortunate to tour Camp Topridge in the early 1980s when it was
A sort of ghost story
Being close to Halloween, I went looking for a ghost story to fill this week’s column. The only story in my past involved the Lake Placid Club and the ghost of Annie Godfrey Dewey as she roamed the vast reaches of the old club.
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Whiteface Mountain Opening Day
Moose on the Loose
Lake Placid Veterans Day
Tupper Lake Veterans Day
Saranac Lake Veterans Day
My Gallery
Placid's Halloween Pub Trek
Lake Placid Halloween parade