One early summer day another fellow and I drove into a backwoods log landing to check a timber lot for the paper company we were working for.
We had just stepped out of my Scout when we noticed three young fishers running back and forth on a limb of a big yellow birch next to the landing. They were chattering back and forth probably never having seen a human or a vehicle.
This content is restricted to subscribers of OutdoorNews.com. If you are already an OutdoorNews.com subscriber, you can log in here. If you are not and would like to read this and all the other great content OutdoorNews.com has to offer, click here.


