It struck me the other day how the Waldo landscape has changed over the last 50 or so years. Fields and woodlots have turned to house lots. The nature of town slowly but surely grinds its way toward making the transition from a rural to an exurban landscape.

It’s the way of the world, but for old-timers such as me it’s sometimes a hard and bitter pill to swallow.

I recall riding up and down the then-remote Doak Road (now East Waldo Road) in the fall of 1967. It was a golden autumn, rich with promise and oozing with serenity. This was a place where I felt at home. Little did I know then that eventually I would live on this very road.

Today the pastoral atmosphere has vanished.  Cars speed down the now-populated road, many going so fast as to pose a hazard to pedestrians and other drivers. Now when getting my mail, I’ll park my car well off the road, since the end of my driveway sits on a long curve and every once in a while some uncaring motorist, going way too fast, flies off the road, posing a danger to anyone standing at the end of my driveway.

How times have changed. But probably, 50 years from now, someone will bemoan changes to the town and, much as I do now, long for the “good old days.”

Pa’tridge prediction

Not quite healed from recent surgery, it’s difficult for me to walk through the woods. But what little distance I’ve managed to cover has revealed that pa’tridge are numerous. This doesn’t necessarily bode well for next season, though, since wild game can’t be stockpiled and next year may see far fewer birds. It all depends upon current conditions.

During a break from not pa’tridge hunting, I stopped by a pool on Megunticook River, a year-round trout stream, and caught a 15-inch rainbow trout. This fish was as sweet and delicious as any farm-raised salmon. Soon, all thoughts of late-season fishing will have vanished beneath the snowdrifts, so it makes all kinds of sense to get out now, before winter puts an end to open-water fishing.

Finally, has anyone gone to pick apples and found them missing? It’s happened all over town and the culprit, or culprits, are gray squirrels. Gray squirrels have filtered in to our area over the last several years and now the hungry rodents have found gardens and orchards much to their liking. But here again, the squirrel explosion will eventually wind down and we’ll be back to seeing only a few squirrels. In the meantime, oven-roasted squirrel and fried squirrel make for good eats. I mention this here again because squirrel season lasts through December (hint, hint).

Civic duty

We all have a civic duty to vote. Saying that your vote doesn’t matter and refraining from voting no longer holds water. So do your part and get out next week and vote.

Weekly quote

An anonymous angler gave this reply after being quizzed on his day’s fishing results. “I never got a bite in the morning, but come afternoon things slowed down quite a bit.”