Before 11 am, I was headed to the SPNHF Ammonoosuc River Forest on Saturday morning to explore the old B&M rail grade in the southern block of the forest when I was passed by F5 heading west on Rte. 302. I thought it was Kevin Jordan, but turns out it was Bob Mancini (Kevin drives F3); I wondered where he was headed and if they were involved in a mission, and then thought 'just my luck, there will probably be a team assembling a command post at my trailhead'. Got to the trailhead and F14 was parked there, go figure.
I wasn't sure who it was, and followed his track for a ways, noting the warden was not wearing Limmers. I lost his track, and even backtracked to try and pick it back up, and then waved and said hi to the clump of brush I thought the officer was hiding in where the track seemed to disappear to. I then started thinking about how it must be tough for the warden to try to accomplish wildlife/hunting patrols, while having the spector of getting called out for a rescue at the end of the day weighing on you.
I had headed out myself with a new pair of waterproof work boots that I used due to them being so comfortable, but once I started bushwhacking down towards the river, I wished I had worn rubber mud boots. It was windy and I was feeling cold and vulnerable, so I backed out back to the trail. In a few minutes I ran into CO Matt Holmes, he was wearing his rubber mud boots and had just made a circuit off the trail, down to the river, back upstream and out to the trail following some sort of track. "Did you see the rail grade Matt? No Andrew, I must have crossed over it without noticing."
After catching up with Matt who I haven't seen in a couple of years, I mentioned to him how I had been thinking about how it must be tough for them to invest in long foot patrols when they know they may get called out for a mountain rescue at any moment. Matt was the consummate good-natured dedicated professional he always is, and shrugged his shoulders and told me how much he was enjoying his patrol, and I knew what he meant. After warming myself on the trail I made my way back to where we had chatted and found the rail grade a mere 30 ft from where we were talking, very nice things to see and think about.
I thought it was also funny that the only 2 dudes rambling these woods were both wearing scarlet red Johnson Wool jac shirts, but I had just finally removed a shoulder patch from mine the day before.