Linda Kistler Burch
Weekly Journals and Blogs

July 2010

Check out these articles on www.womenhunters.com and see me at FaceBook for bear videos and more !

ANTLER KING PRODUCTS REVIEW - article about farming and planting food plots for hunting
http://www.womenhunters.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1832:antler-king-products-fit-for-queen&catid=92:misc-reviews&Itemid=127

THE SISTERHOOD - article women and hunting
http://www.womenhunters.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1803:the-sisterhood-2&catid=98:women-hunters&Itemid=114

THE MYSTERY OF TREE DAMAGE - article about damage to trees from nails and trail markers
http://www.womenhunters.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1769:the-mystery-tree-damage&catid=81:teaching-misc&Itemid=126

THE APPRENTICE - article about teaching my husband to hunt !
http://www.womenhunters.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1768:the-apprentice&catid=43:shotguns&Itemid=112


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June 1, 2010

We have had a great spring turkey hunting season.  Check
www.womenhunters.com for the article entitled "The Apprentice".  Also check there for article called "The Sisterhood" about lady hunters up later this month.  Below is another article I researched and wrote recently about tree damage.  Feel free to share it.

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The Mystery of Tree Damage

By Linda Kistler Burch

President, WildTech Corporation

copyright May 2010

 

 

Last year I got an email from a customer in Japan, of all places, scolding me for alleged tree damage caused  by all tack trail markers.  He heard this “through the grapevine” but had no reference to scientific proof.  At first I was defensive.  But then, I always strive to consider the impassioned views of others, so I listened – seeking to understand, but ready to refute.   He was doing a nighttime treasure hunt with friends and wanted to use FireTacks trail markers to guide him and his friends through remote areas in the dark.  However, he understood that FireTacks are just that… tiny tacks, with pins that affix to trees for forest navigation purposes.  I was able to direct him to others of our products that did not involve pins but were either adhesive back or “Velcro” affixed, so he was happy.  That could have been the end of it, but then I really wanted to know – do tack trail markers cause tree damage?  Not just FireTacks, but any commercial tack trail marker available on the market today?  I was out to refute this notion for obvious reasons.  I wanted integrity for my product or at least total knowledge of what it might do.  In the course of doing research however, the selfish motive for commercial gain gave way to the reality that there just might be some validity to my customer’s concern.  But - could a trail marker manufacturer do legitimate research on this issue without being perceived as a fox in the henhouse?   Yes, I thought I could.  The truth is the truth no matter how we might fool ourselves and dance around it and I wasn’t about to become “the emperor with no clothes”.

 

When I first bought my 80 acres of heavily wooded Minnesota forest land ten years ago, the first thing I did was to build a permanent tree stand.  I had hunted only from portable stands on public land in the past, so having permanent stands was to me a primary privilege of being a land owner.  I don’t do anything half way however.  I found a tri-cluster of 14 inch diameter oaks and spent two weeks building a triangle stand with shooting rests and gear hooks.  I did use a commercial folding step ladder that I ratcheted to the tree.  The rest of the stand was 2x4’s and I thought it was a thing of beauty.  I hunted from the stand cloaked in the oak leaves that first year, and was ready to build more permanent tree stands.  The following spring, the tri-cluster of oaks did not leaf out and in fact died and never leafed out again.  I was stunned.  The nails used to construct the stand had killed the tree(s).  There were a couple other permanent stands on the property, built by former land owners over the years, and I began to notice they were dead or dying as well.  Right then and there I vowed to never build another permanent stand unless I could do it without nailing into the trees.  Instead, I erected 18 or more portable stands with strap on steps.  However, over the years I have put thousands of FireTacks on just as many trees, on public and private lands, and not one tree ever died or sustained damage.

 

So, from experience, I was not convinced that pins from trail tacks killed trees.  But maybe I just had tough trees?

 

Being a computer nerd, I started my research first with searches on the internet for tree damage, and secondly, asking experts I knew in the hunting and outdoor industries.   Cambium damage was the foremost concern.  The cambium is a thin layer of tree cells that lies just below the bark.    The cambium transports water and nutrients to and from the roots and leaves.  It also produces new bark tissue as plants grow.   Anything that damages the bark or the underlying cambium can weaken trees and make them more vulnerable to disease and insects.  An example of the reality of this is when a tree is “girdled”, that is, the bark is either intentionally removed or cut deeply at the base of the tree with the intent to kill the tree.  This is a valid way that foresters thin volunteer trees from clear cuts or remove undesirable trees, for example.  Animals that naturally chew and scratch on trees can cause their death for the same reasons.  Bucks rub, bears scratch, beavers chew and squirrels girdle the tops of evergreen trees.

 

I posed the question of possible trail tack damage to foresters, scientists and college professors.  One forester noted to me that while he was unaware of specific research tying tacks to tree damage, he was sure that nails into trees certainly could cause damage or death to trees because he had actually seen it.  Of course I agreed, since I inadvertently murdered three of my own trees.  He further noted that if the trail tacks only penetrated the outer bark and not the cambium, no damage would occur.  He noted too that if tacks were clean and free of bacteria before being inserted, the probability of tree damage was nil to none because of their tiny size.  The tiny size also would not affect or compromise the cambium structure in a tree.

 

I then found comments about trail markers with pins, on the groundspeak.com web site and a string of posts relating to tree damage noted from an organization in Great Britain called the “The Woodland Trust”.  The comments there aligned with the comments from the scientists at the biology archive of the United State Department of Energy.  Objects driven past the bark and into the cambium could introduce disease bacteria and fungi into the cambium.  Further, if left in trees, nails or pins with deep penetration can also end up being “included” or incorporated into the tree, meaning the tree will grow around them which also interferes with the tree health and growth.  If markers are clean and free of infectants, and not inserted deeper than the outer bark layer, no damage would be imminent.  Forestry experts indicate that there is no problem with small profile trail markers and they themselves use such marking systems for their research.

 

I then contacted several experts who provided information from a USDA Forest Service lab, as well as University Professors, Arboretums and other sources.  One USDA location had developed a tree marking system that involved driving a 3mm wire into the base of a tree for marking purposes.  These were long term experiments and would not have been employed if they caused damage to trees, I was told.  Otherwise, the experiments would be useless.  One expert shared that the compaction from foot traffic on trails (not to mention mountain bikes or ATV’s) caused far more stress and damage to trees than a tiny pin marker could ever do.  I was additionally told that trail markers will not become incorporated or included in trees if they are affixed to the bark only.  

 

“What is left unsaid”, says PhD Ray Hicks, professor of Silvaculture, Division of Forestry at West Virginia University, “is that trees are wounded by many natural events (ice, insects, animals, wind, etc.) and have evolved very effective mechanisms for dealing with injury.  In fact work done by the USDA Forest Service shows that even logging wounds up to 50 square inches in size are capable of healing and walling out decay.

“I don’t believe a shallow penetration like a pin will cause any disruption to the vascular system of a tree.  In fact, scientists have attempted to experimentally disrupt water flow in tree stems by cutting part way through, and find that trees are capable of redirecting flow laterally around the wound” said Hicks.

 

Another wildlife biologist and tree expert noted “a tack might damage a half inch diameter sapling because it would penetrate the cambium.  But if a tack goes into a 5 inch oak, it will not penetrate to the cambium.  So I would say on any tree bigger than a sapling, there is no effect and certainly no effect when you are talking about timber sized trees 12 inch diameter and greater.”

 

What I gathered from this research was that scientific proof of small trail marker damage is not available because the markers have not demonstrated damage.  What can be concluded however is that trail markers with longer pins could be suspect and cause damage to trees just as nails cause damage.  A longer pin would be required if a trail marker was physically larger or heavier.  The larger or heavier the marker, the longer the pin would need to be for the marker to stay in a tree.  When you are looking for tack trail markers, be sure the markers are featherweight and that the pin length is less than 10mm (7/16inch or so) to avoid reaching the cambium on smaller trees.    That said, trees have an amazing ability to heal and redirect even with the most invasive violations of the cambium layer.  As such, before small tack trail markers are maligned, many other things riddled with bacteria and disease should be scrutinized -  like, woodpeckers, porcupines, bears, whitetail deer, insects, and the countless other things in nature that are significantly detrimental to trees. Yet, the trees have prevailed since the beginning of time. 

 

Common sense and knowing the facts are keys to woodland preservation just like they are to most issues we face in our world.

 

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February 23, 2010

Moved to Stow, Ohio after getting married in January 2010

Dear Friends and Colleagues,

I have embarked on another life adventure and married this year.  My husband, originally from Minnesota with plans to return when business issues settle, now lives in Ohio so that is where I am for now.  I still have my hunting land and cabin, and a WildTech office in Isle, Minnesota as well as a very nice empty house in town that will hopefully sell this Spring.  WildTech's shipping and administrative offices are now in Ohio.  Also, I will do about 90 tax returns which is a vacation compared to the over 300 I did last year, and I am looking for connections around Ohio for hunting.  I am planning several trips back to Minnesota for archery opener in September and firearms deer camp in November of course, but I hope to find turkey hunting and pig hunting too, and maybe even archery deer hunting in Ohio this fall.   I joined Ohio Bowhunters Assn and Safari Club International here in Ohio with hopes of networking with fellow outdoor enthusiasts.  I have yet to shoot an arrow in this State however, what with the rigors of getting settled so I've been relegated to the gym for staying in hunting form. 

WildTech will continue as it always has, growing every year and reaching new markets that surprise even me.  I am humored by the locals here in Ohio who wax eloquent about how terrible the weather is.  Lake Mille Lacs in Minnesota has 18+ inches of ice, 70 below zero wind chill,  weeks on end where it does not get above zero and wind chill that freezes your breathe into snow (well, just kidding!) so this mid-20s and 30s temperatures here seems like bikini weather in comparison.

Many friends and family members from back home have sent cards and letters, and thanks to email, skype and phone, I can continue those relationships and connections until I can return.  What a blessing that is since I really don't know anyone here.  I miss my Minnesota and my people terribly, but I am utterly blessed that God brought such a wonderful man into my life.  "Good things come to those who wait".

Cheers!
Linda Kistler Burch (professionally)
Linda Kistler Dahlen (legally)


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September 2009

DAY 2, 3 and 4 - SEE BELOW

The Thrill of Pursuit                        September 1, 2009

 

 Bear Hunting Season 2009

By Linda K Burch copyright September 2009

 

    Day 1


The walk out was dark, through high grass, swamps and deep mud sometimes up to my knees.  This egress was a wormhole through thick cover with branches grabbing at my face net, hat, gun and backpack, pulling me off balance.   A couple times, I nearly belly flopped in the quicksand-like guckum.  I heard coyotes howling a few hundred yards away.   I imagined… getting boogered down in mud up to my thighs, surrounded by coyotes who intended to make me their supper.  My imagination is a good thing actually.  Two hours before I thought I heard that familiar swooshing of forest understory, the only sound one hears when a bear is approaching, if one hears anything at all.  I went to fever pitch adrenalin with my heart pounding in my ears in three seconds flat.  Alas.  It was only raccoons.  Afterwards, I wilted from the lighting jolt of the excitement.  Yes, I like my vivid imagination.  And yes, I am a weekend adrenalin junkie.

 

Emerging from the wormhole, I caught sight of the full moon through the buck brush and spotted my truck on the field edge.  The 30 acre field had tulle fog undulating lazily with the evening thermals as it glistened in the moonlight.  I just stood there agog.  I had hours before begun a heady case of the “poor me’s”, wondering why I was even bothering to hunt this year.  I broke my arm, could not bait, could not arrange tree stands, and could not experience my primary thrill of bear hunting, that is, figuring out those hairy beasts.  Now with a busted arm, I had hired an outfitter and was missing all the preparation that goes into opening day.  And from nowhere, God blessed me with an ethereal moon and tulle fog vista and I realize, there are so many reasons why I love to hunt.

 

Bears are the smartest critters I pursue.  They often have me patterned long before I figure them out.  The whole courtship of coaxing a good sized bear to a bait site I have personally managed far overshadows the actual bear kill.  I guess I had better like baiting since I’ve only harvested four bear in ten years so the thrill certainly is not purely or even primarily why I’m out there, or I would have quit long ago.  No, the thrill is in the pursuit.  Like a cat playing with a dead mouse, hoping it might awaken and provide another chase, similarly goes the pursuit of game animals.  But even more, the thrill is being in a forest cathedral, high up a tree, in dead quiet except for popple leaves rustling, chipmunks bickering, the buzz of an occasional mosquito and that tell-tale swooshing that says something of volume is gliding through the thick cover beneath you. And, it has no idea you are there.

 

There are 13 hunters in the Larson bear camp this year, my first time joining this group in an official capacity.  The other women there were working behind the scenes and in street clothes, and being the only camo’d up female hunter was a bit disconcerting insofar as the gender groups were polarizing and I wasn’t a true citizen of either pole.  But no matter, one hunter got a bear and we all wanted to do the happy dance with him.

 

 

    Day 2                                            September 2, 2009

I got to bear camp a little later due to working in the morning.  Everyone was suited up and telling hunting stories of years past.  One hunter was a ‘Nam vet was telling stories of his tour of duty which struck me deep since I am currently reading my Uncle Mike’s book “Cyclone Bobcat” about his service time in Viet Nam.  Today is very warm and I am enjoying sharing my own bear hunt stories with the guys, and chatting about shopping in town with the ladies there.  Soon we are en route to our stands and I was asked after the evening hunt, to go pick up one of the other guys hunting a mile from me.  My stand was off another large field a mile or so into the woods, and then we continued by ATV yet another ¾ mile.  I had made a concoction back at home frying up maple bacon with cut up apples, cooked venison scraps, and freezer burned deer sausage – with hopes of that luring a bear out during legal shooting hours.  Once on stand, the beauty of the area overcame me, and did a lot of communing with God and praying.  Around 6:30pm several skunks arrived, and shortly after that 3-4 red fox.  No bear seen however.  Once it was near total dark, I quietly and without a flashlight packed up, descended the tree (difficult with my broken arm)  and crept away from the bait area.  I didn’t want to booger up the area with my human presence or spook animals getting out.  I picked up the other hunter and went back to camp.  Yet another guy got a bear and it was already being skinned and quarter when we arrived.  Yet another, shooting a crossbow, had taken a shot and the guides were still out looking for the bear in the dark.  I visited with everyone for a while and then went home, exhausted.  Maybe tomorrow will produce a bear !


 Day3                                                September 3, 2009

 

That familiar drone was a stark contrast against the silence of the woods:  I could not see them clearly, but I did see the tiny vague black creatures  flitting and bouncing off my mesh face mask.  Dozens of them.  When they began to crawl up the inside of it, I doused myself with Deet as well.  So much for being scent free.

 

I decided to wear a full face camo head net bear hunting today…and my instinct didn’t fail me.  Once on stand, the onslaught of mosquitoes was unprecedented.  Getting into the stand and getting set up, I didn’t see a one. Once sitting still, the first sortie of skeeters arrived, followed by several more.  Such is the nature of early season warm weather bear hunting that starts September 1st in Minnesota.

 

There was nearly no wind, but the air became totally still at 6pm so I had high hopes.  Totally still is the way bears like it before they navigate the woods.  I heard movement in the brush and had my gun at the ready.  What arrived instead was several red fox and later, several raccoons. Squirrels scolded each time larger critters made their approach.  It's amazing how a noisy squirrel or two can scare off beast 30 times their size just by making a ruccus. Also, someone walked the hill about a hundred yards from me, and with a smokers cough so the hunt was pretty much over before the magic hour even began.  It was Labor Day weekend and to be expected I guess.  After this holiday, the woods would mostly be pristine and absent human instrusion, at least until deer firearms opener in November.

 

As the last glimmer of light faded, I loaded my pack and descended from the tree stand.  Several raccoons got the wits scared out of them by me as I came down without a flashlight – I’m sure thinking I was a bear given my size compared to theirs.  Hopefully tomorrow will bring a bear.  If not, that’s okay too.  I meet God here each day for several sublime uninterrupted hours, in a way unique from any other - and without the ambient distractions of work and life.  And that is very good.


Day 4                                                        September 4, 2009

 

“Predator and Prey”

 

My eyes being quite sensitive to movement, I caught sight of a large flared wingspan banking to land silently at two o’clock high, 20 feet away from my tree stand.  Alighting on a branch, a large Barred Owl stared intently at me.  With my being in full leafy camo and sitting so still, it probably thought my head movement was a squirrel with big eyes.  It was the final ten minutes of legal shooting time for bear hunting and I didn’t want the owl there messing with my last hurrah.  I waved my hand thinking the movement would spook it into flight.  It flew alright, to a twelve o’clock position dead even with me and now ten feet away.  It suddenly occurred to me, I was being stalked.  For all the owl knew, I was a generous rodent dinner.  The bird then flew again to land six feet away directly above me.

 

It was time to shoot in self defense.  

 

So, I pulled my digital camera out of my backpack, did a back bend in my tree stand and snapped the owl’s picture, not once, but four times.  It decided this leafy spastic prey was a tad too flashy and flew away to find something else to stalk.

 

That few moments of feeling hunted gave me an understanding of wild nature and its wary ways.  No wonder the critters we hunt are so elusive - not the least if which, are the bears we were hunting.

 

This was Day 4 of my 2009 bear hunt and probably the most boring 5 hours sit so far.  No raccoons, no fox, not even a skunk to entertain me.  Only an army of quarreling red squirrels who gave the ongoing impression with their incessant chatter that a ground predator was near.

 

After a long walk out with a flashlight that died, I returned to camp to find that a fourth bear was taken by another member of our hunting group.  I had begun to hope that a storm front with a barometric pressure change would come and stir the bears to moving more.  I would hunt for two more days with this group.

 

 

SEE PHOTOS OF THIS HUNT AT MY FACEBOOK:
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photo.php?pid=1605050&id=1606358431&ref=nf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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