Bushwhack Jack's Tracts

I got a relatively late start to big game hunting. In 1972 I graduated from college, moved to Saranac Lake, and Tom Cantwell, family patriarch, suggested (no, more like demanded) I get my hunting license. Dutifully, I went to the Fish & Game Club, got my hunter safety certificate, sighted in my dad’s ancient Winchester Model 1894, and before I knew it, I was hunting. I knew nothing about hunting and probably spent more time wondering where I was than knowing where I was.

Everyone plays a leadership role at one time or another. Don’t think you don’t. We do it in numerous ways. If you’re a parent, a boss, a teacher, a coach, or do anything to help a group get something accomplished, you are a leader. However, you have a better chance of being a successful leader if you realize it and try to be the best leader you can. But you can only learn so much about leadership in the classroom. You need to get out and work with a team of people to really l

I had three wonderful uncles. There was my Uncle Rad who was a de facto father when I visited my cousins, which I did nearly every summer...

About a year and a half ago I got a text along with a photo from former student and friend Mark Simon. I didn’t recognize the person in...

There’s plenty to be worried about with modern technology. Social media harassment, deep fakes, and artificial intelligence robots who...

Have you ever pondered how you ended up on the path that you took? Robert Frost in his classic poem, The Road Not Taken highlights the...

My good friends and colleagues Joe Dadey and Tim Keyes recently spent a weekend hiking in the High Peaks Wilderness Complex and couldn’t...

In the early part of the 20th century every red-blooded American knew who Pancho Villa was. Many thought of him as a brutal villain, yet...

Be prepared. It’s the Boy Scout motto and the first principle of Leave No Trace, and when ignored, is the most frequent cause of...

In December 1960, at the age of eleven, I moved from Long Island to Phelps, in the northern Finger Lakes. There were a number of things...

I came to Saranac Lake in the summer of 1966 to visit my great aunt and enjoy the Adirondacks. I dreamt it was going to be a great...

Last week I received a text with a photo from an unknown number. At first, I had no idea who it was from, but after seeing the photo...

When it comes to paddling long distances, one person stands out above all others – the short, barrel chested, full white bearded Verlen...

Anyone who knows me or regularly reads this column knows I have special reverence for Wilderness. Wilderness with a capital W is...

I make maple syrup, which is a relatively simple process. You collect the sap, which is about 2% sugar, and boil it down until it’s 66%...

I’ve written in the past about three people who I’ve been fortunate enough to have as mentors. A fourth, Tap Tapley, doesn’t qualify only...

Last January, I penned a column on an experience I had at SUNY Cortland with the woman of my dreams. ( https://tinyurl.com/3wa3cntn )...

There was an excellent letter to the Enterprise last week from a writer in Remson lamenting that too many aspiring forty-sixers put more...

Not counting Linda Leydon, who I kissed in the back of the bus in 3rd grade. And Crystal Waters, who I sent a love letter to when my...

Back in my day, the 1970s, I didn’t have to walk through snow uphill both ways to school, but I’ll tell you what, backcountry skiing was...