I will respect private property and do no treasure hunting without the owners permission.
I will appreciate and protect our heritage of natural resources, wildlife, and private property.
I will use thoughtfulness, consideration, and courtesy at all times.
I will build fires in designated or safe places only.
I will fill all excavations.
I will leave gates as found.
I will remove and properly dispose of any trash that i find.
I will not litter.
I will not destroy property, buildings, or what is left of deserted structures.
I will not tamper with signs, structural facilities, or equipment.
The lost homestead
It was a day like any other, the sun was out, the bird's were chirping, and "Joe" and I were out scouting for cellar holes deep in the woods of New Hampshire. When we started out on our journey we had never thought we would have found such a pristine area to hunt, but after walking (and tripping) though the woods for over an hour we caught our first glimps of the days hunt site.
There it was, after cresting one the many hills Joe yelled out to me, do you see that? A trail that seemed to materialize out of nothing and trees seemed to follow some sort of a pattern out in front of us. For a moment we thought it was probably a hunting trail of sorts but after closer inspection it was to wide. Humm, maybe it's a wagon trail i said to myself, and guess what, it was, and it lead right down to a small homestead that has been lost in time for many years. I looked at Joe...Joe looked at me, and you can guess what happened next. yes..thats right, we ran down the hill giggling like little children. lol
This picture above shows the first view as we approched the site. I forgot how many trees New Hampshire has and I'll sum it up for you...LOTS! In the next shot on the bottom you'll see Joe walking out to the cellar hole, no wait, he was skipping.
