the name brings back happy memories. But then as the years rolled on, Postum became less popular and eventually the company went out of business. I didn’t know it, but another company recently began manufacturing Postum once again, after all that time.
Every so often over the years, something would trigger my memory and thoughts of Postum would pass through my mind. And so when I spied a jar of Postum on the shelf at Hope General Store in Hope, Maine, I was delighted.
And so there it sat, viewed by many who in all likelihood had no idea what the stuff was. Until I saw it.
For this lady to do something so kind, for a stranger, was beyond belief. What’s more, she was very pleased to find someone who enjoyed Postum. I told her about how, as a youngster in the very early 1950s, my grandma would make two cups of Postum, one for me and one for her, and we would sit around the table and discuss matters of the day.
And because of that kindly lady at Hope General Store, it all came back, those Halcyon days of youth.
Back home the next morning, it was time to see if Postum still tasted the same. Had my perhaps, overactive memory filled in blanks that were never there? Did the stuff still taste as I remembered?
One sip said it all. Mildly sweetish and with no trace of bitterness, I was transported back 60-some years in time.
So hold on to hope, hope that somewhere out there is a person you don’t even know, who will bolster your faith in the goodness of people.
By the way, most stores have yet to stock Postum. Health-food stores, though, may have some on hand. Postum is also available online, from the company. Just type in “Postum” on your search engine.
Then suddenly, the still woodlands erupt in a cacophony of chatter and squawks. A red squirrel has spotted the hunter and has turned itself into a one-squirrel, three-ring circus, chattering, tail whipping, jumping and running in first one direction, then the other.
To make matters worse, once a lone red squirrel begins its noisy protest, other squirrels in the vicinity often add their two cents to the matter. In the end, the notion of waiting for a deer becomes an exercise in futility.
Times have changed
That was then and this is now and that same hunter on the same deer stand can easily sit in place all day and never even imagine a red squirrel. But where did the squirrels go? What could possibly erase such a strong presence as red squirrels?
The idea, then, is that starving owls have eaten all the red squirrels. It’s a nice-sounding answer to the question of where the red squirrels went, but is it accurate?
Owls are nocturnal, while red squirrels are diurnal; they become most active at dusk and dawn. Red squirrels do range about in the daytime, but only very rarely at night. Also, owls need a bit of room to swoop down and grab their prey. But since red squirrels spend the night in trees, it’s difficult to imagine how an owl could manage to kill a squirrel at all. Something else must have caused the red squirrel population to plummet.
Perhaps I’m wrong. But perhaps I’m right, and if so, what might we consider next?
Well, squirrels migrate. The gray squirrel irruption of the last several years has ended abruptly. The squirrels just left. It’s a known fact that gray squirrels migrate en masse, sometimes crossing major rivers, lemming-like in their mass pilgrimages.
So might red squirrels have done the same thing? Until someone can definitely prove where the red squirrels went, I’m sticking to my migration theory. And with that, I’ll go further out on the proverbial limb and predict that just as they left, red squirrels will return.
Range maps of various wildlife species remind me of the shapeless blobs inside a lava lamp, constantly expanding and contracting. Much of this is easily explained by changes in food sources, along with other more subtle factors.
In summation, I’m not too worried about red squirrels. My thought is that somewhere, someplace, there are an awful lot of red squirrels and they will eventually return to their traditional haunts. We’ll just have to wait and see how it all shakes out.
Finally, and at long last, my new book, “Getting Your Big Fish – Trolling Maine Waters,” is out for sale. I did a book signing last Saturday at Outdoor Sportsman in Northport. It was their grand opening. So for those interested, Outdoor Sportsman has copies of my new book.
Another way to find it is to go to my website: tomseymourmaine.com, and order it from there.
The book is jam-packed with tackle and technique tips gleaned from a long lifetime of trolling Maine waters for trout, salmon and togue. It should have something for everyone.
He’ll reel you in with his tips and tricks backed up by many years’ worth of personal anecdotes and experience with landing fish. Keep it with your tackle. It’s a better fishing tool than any flashy lure.
“Tom Seymour knows everything there is to know about catching trophy brook trout, togue, brown trout and landlocked salmon. If he tells you a certain technique is effective, it’s because he’s tried it and it works.” - Will Lund, Editor, The Maine Sportsman
Seymour’s guide to trolling the lakes and rivers of Maine is packed full of the secret tips needed for an angler to finally catch fish that can be measured in pounds, not inches. At which depth are fish hiding in a cold-water lake? What lure is the most effective for brook trout? Which season will provide your best chance to catch a trophy fish? Getting Your Big Fish is ready to serve as your quick reference when you’re floundering.
“With Getting Your Big Fish: Trolling Maine Waters, Tom makes an invaluable contribution to the body of timeless literary works that will allow us all to become more effective, efficient and productive anglers.” - Will Lund, Editor, The Maine Sportsman
Watch for Wild Critters of Maine, coming fall 2019.
Getting Your Big Fish is available at jstwrite.com, Amazon and local Maine booksellers.