I live in the north; not Maine, but I can relate to Maine. I'm not getting why one of these guys (I might have fallen asleep) was stalking an apparently injured loon across the snow, staking him/her out in an under-the-ice hidey-hole cavern in a rushing stream where he proceeded to lure him/her out with a loon...yodel. Next the warden took what appeared to be a plastic storage box from Home Depot and attempted to capture the bird. Oh, I thought as he waded across a snow-covered stream...this will end badly; blood and guts and feathers, everywhere, all over the ice. And a sodden hypothermic warden for sure.
But no. He somehow managed to get the bird corraled in the box and placed a lid on it, whereupon he proudly displayed it to the camera:
"There you go; loon in a box".
Did I dream that? Maybe. But all I dreamed about all night was hooting loons.
WhhoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!!
