New Vermont Wild Book Released

Recently, I had the chance to interview Megan Price. Megan is the author of the Vermont Wild series and has just released a new book in the collection. Many of her stories focus on western Rutland County which is just over the New York border.

Below is my interview with her.

Could you tell us a little bit about yourself and the series?

I was a reporter for many years at the Rutland Herald, Times Argus, Vermont Press Bureau and managed some weekly newspapers. I’ve always written. I love outdoor adventure and wildlife and humor. And that’s the winning combination in these books.

VERMONT WILD is a collection of true, wacky adventures of retired fish and game wardens, all of whom worked in Vermont. Their encounters with lovesick moose, baby raccoons, wily poachers, hard-headed dogs and much more are in these stories. Anything that could go wrong, usually does. Readers laugh along with the men as they struggle to right a situation. The wardens are real as are their stories and the locations.

Each book has 12 to 15 stories, and each tale is told as if a warden is speaking to you around a campfire. Ages 9 to 99 read and love the stories, women as well as men. Pictures of the men are in the book and each is given credit for his story. They lived the stories. I write them.

The books are a huge hit here in Vermont and have been best sellers at many Vermont bookstores three years in a row. Guys take them to hunting camp, teachers use the books to get youngsters to read and older people read the stories and recall and share their own adventures with their families.

Do the books have to be read in order or are they “stand alone?”

Each story stands alone. You can pick up any one of the three books, launch into any story in any book and laugh. Each story is illustrated by a retired game warden, Bob Lutz, who also happens to be a talented caricaturist, and grew up in northern New York. Bob knows all these guys personally and professionally and is able to capture the moments brilliantly in his own quirky way.

Huletts Landing is very close to western Rutland county. You write about some interesting historical figures from Rutland county. Could you tell us about some of these people here?

Tom Stearns was a warden in western Rutland County for many years. He shares a funny snowmobiling story in Volume 3. Farther north, warden Richard Hislop worked Lake Champlain along with Howard Brown and both have great stories in Volume 2. Down in Bennington County, a story from Wayne Rowell about removing beavers from the last water-powered sawmill at the top of Route 9 in Woodford is a great historical piece, I believe. That’s another Volume 3 tale. Volume 1 has great stories from Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom that have become instant classics here in Vermont.

Vermont Wild, Volume 1 contains only the stories of retired warden, Eric Nuse. Eric was the impetus for getting me to write these stories. I met Eric through a national program called, “Becoming an Outdoors Woman,” worth checking out for any woman wanting to gain outdoors skills. It is offered in many states, including New York and all women, all ages and abilities are welcomed! I urge readers to check New York’s BOW offerings out. (http://www.dec.ny.gov/education/68.html) Eric has great stories. His story of a dead moose and dynamite – which I called “Moose Vesuvius” in the book – is outrageously funny. It will bring tears to your eyes!

The combination of outdoor adventure, danger, real people, real locations and wildlife combining stories from real people with events in our history and certainly, all these stories of hard-working men resonate with a lot of people.

Can the books be purchased online or locally?

Books can be purchased at the Slate Museum in Granville, NY – Call first for availability. Also, Hermit Hill Books on Main Street in Poultney, VT, or Northshire Books in Manchester, Vermont Book Shop in Middlebury or through any bookstore. Lastly, they can be ordered online at www.VermontWild.com and we can mail them directly to people.

Anything else I’m missing?

I’d love to do a collection of true funny retired warden from men and women who worked in the Adirondacks. They can email me.

Saturday Quote

And they brought unto him also infants, that he would touch them: but when his disciples saw it, they rebuked them.

But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.

Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.

Luke 18:15-18
King James Version

Interview with Molly McMaster Morgoslepov


Molly McMaster Morgoslepov is a cancer survivor and an advocate for early cancer screenings.

Recently, I had the chance to interview Molly McMaster Morgoslepov. Molly is the daughter of long-time Hulett residents, Jim and Trudy McMaster, and spends time in Huletts throughout the year.

Molly is a cancer survivor and a cancer screening advocate. She shares her courageous personal journey below.

To begin, Molly, could you tell us “your story?”

I was going to school at Colorado State University, playing a lot of hockey and just enjoying how great it is out there, but also had some “stomach issues.” I remember the first time it was really obvious, I had really bad stomach pains and went to the bathroom only to find bright red blood in the toilet – a lot of it. I called my new doctor immediately and told the nurse over the phone. She told me it could be one of a few different things (none of which was cancer), and we scheduled an appointment for the following morning. When I got up the next morning and the pain and blood were both gone, I called to cancel my appointment, rationalizing that I didn’t want anyone “poking around back there.”

As the months went on, the pain was on and off and steadily getting worse. Funny thing about that was, as the pain became greater, so did my tolerance for it. My appetite started to go too, to the point that I had to force myself to eat, and finally the vomiting started. It had gotten so bad that anything I ate, I would throw back up, so I started drinking 1 milkshake a day, knowing I needed the calories, since I was still playing hockey.

Finally, I was fired from my job for calling in sick so much (I could hardly walk some days, let alone coach ice hockey and drive a Zamboni), and didn’t know what to do. I packed up my things (literally carrying one box to the car and then going back into the house to lay down for a while before taking the next box) and left Colorado to go back to my family in New York and hopefully find the root of my problem.

It took me four days to drive home by myself. A drive that I had dome by myself in 32 hours took days. I drove an hour and then napped for an hour. Drove two and napped for two. On the ride home, I remember eating only half a twinkie or something like that, and drinking only water and Gatorade.

I arrived home on a Thursday night. Mom made me a half a cup of soup and I ate half of that before collapsing into bed. From there, I threw up every hour until morning when Mom and Dad helped me to the car and took me to see a nurse practitioner. She gave me X-Rays and immediately sent me to the emergency room where I was diagnosed with having a total blockage in my large intestine and told that I would need emergency surgery.

Surgery was the next morning, and my doctor removed 25 inches of my large intestine along with a tumor the size of his two fists. I began recovering in my hospital bed, all the while thinking that everything was fine, until he came into my room early on February 19th, 1999 – my 23rd birthday. He used all sorts of big doctor words and I didn’t understand him. He finally said, “Molly, you have colon cancer.” My world stopped. All I could think about was the fact that I would die. I would lose my hair and have to go through chemotherapy. I didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for poor little Molly with cancer – didn’t want that life – so instead I started thinking of ways to kill myself. All the while, I watched my doctor’s lips move and had no idea what he was saying.

I think what scares most people is that colon cancer is a “silent killer,” most people don’t know they have it until it’s too late. How does our society combat this?

Colorectal cancer is the number two cancer killer in the country, but yet one of the only ones you can actually test for and remove before it starts, just by getting screened and having polyps removed. (Polyps are what turn into cancer.) Many people are afraid of the screening and the first step to getting them to do that is to get them to overcome the fear of talking about it. That’s why I started coming up with what I like to call “crazy things.” People may see the Colossal Colon at the mall and say it’s completely disgusting and not come near it, but those people don’t even realize that even if they won’t come in and talk about it, you know they’re going back to their dinner table that night and are saying, “Guess what I saw at the mall today.” The conversation has at least started.

I’ve heard people say that getting a colonoscopy is easier than going to the dentist. (My apologies to dentists.) Would you agree?

Getting a colonoscopy is probably easier than going to the dentist. The doctor will give you a conscious sedation (which means you will be awake but won’t feel much and won’t remember a thing!) and you may think you’ve just had the best nap ever! The worst part of having a colonoscopy is definitely the prep, which is usually started the night before and cleans out your intestines for the doctor to be able to see the inside clearly. The prep isn’t the best tasting, but it’s improved upon every year, and I promise that a diagnosis of colorectal cancer is much worse.

How did Coco, the giant colon, come about?

During the summer of 2000, I inline skated from New York to Colorado in a journey dubbed Rolling to Recovery, all to raise awareness of a disease I was told that I was too young to have. Just before I left, I got an e-mail from a young woman in Little Rock, AR named Amanda Sherwood-Roberts. She was a year older than I was and had been diagnosed with stage III colon cancer at the age of 24, right around the same time that I was. We became instant friends, almost sisters, and bonded not by talking about our disease, but just because we had both gone through similar things at a young age.

After e-mailing with Amanda for a year and a half, I got an e-mail from her cousin who told me that Amanda wasn’t doing well and wasn’t expected to live more than three months. She asked if I would come to Little Rock to meet her in person, which I did. The following week, Amanda and I were on the Today show together to tell our stories (Amanda via satellite from her couch, and I from the studio), and at the end of the interview, Katie Couric spoke with me and told me that if I could come up with anything crazy for National Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month (March), she would have me back on the show. My wheels began to turn.

Amanda lost her battle with colon cancer in January of 2002. I was angry and I was sad. I also felt guilty for surviving when she had not, but most of all I was inspired. I wanted to do something in her memory to save other people from going through what we went through. It had to be big and it had to be funny, since that was the best way to get people to talk about their colons and thus get them screened. Then one morning, it came to me. I wanted to build a giant colon filled with all sorts of yucky but educational things, in order to get people talking about the disease that no one wants to talk about. By some miracle, Amanda’s cousin and I raised all the money we needed and CoCo the Colossal Colon debuted in March of 2003 with an appearance on the Today show. Then we took her on a national tour in 2003, going to 20 major cities all over the country.

What exactly is the Colondar?

While on a national tour with the Colossal Colon in 2003, I met a young woman in Philadelphia who had been diagnosed at 22 with stage IV colon cancer. We clicked right away and started talking about the crazy-ways we could raise awareness. She said, “We should do a calendar showing our surgical scars,” and the Colondar was born. The Colon Club is going into its 10th year producing it this calendar of young people all diagnosed under the stereotypical age of 50. It’s an awesome educational tool and we find that people sit down and read it cover to cover, learning about colorectal cancer, signs and symptoms, different treatments, different aspects of the disease like fertility, etc. Since the beginning, we have shot the photos at my parents’ home in Hulett’s Landing, NY and have turned it into somewhat of a survivor retreat in the process. It’s incredible when we are able to get these young people together who have never met anyone else like them. It’s like finding a family you never knew you had.

Have you seen these educational efforts transform lives?

I have been lucky enough to see our efforts transform lives on a larger scale and smaller. I was diagnosed 13 years ago at a time when the internet was still fairly new to the main stream. It was hard to come up with any information and education on colon cancer was few and far between. Today, you can actually talk about a colonoscopy and people know what it is. People are less and less afraid to talk about it and colorectal cancer rates are finally on the decline. That’s proof.

On the smaller scale, I’ve heard so many stories about people who have seen the Colossal Colon or read through the Colondar and had a light bulb go off in their heads to get screened. One story that always stands out to me is this. In 2006, I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to play ice hockey with all 14 teams in the United Hockey League, a men’s professional hockey league. It gave us the opportunity to bring colons to a place where colons don’t belong! We had 80,000 hockey cards printed out with my colondar photo on them (a red bikini and pigtails, modeled after Wayne Gretzy’s wife’s photo shoot in Sports illustrated about ten years earlier) in hopes that more people would take them home. On the back of the card we printed my colon cancer stats, instead of my hockey stats.

About a year after the UHL Cross-Checks colon cancer took place, I got a phone call from one of my coaches from the Empire State Games. He proceeded to tell me that he had kept my hockey card on the dashboard of his car and when he started having symptoms, he knew to go to his doctor. When he asked his doctor about getting a colonoscopy, the doctor told him not to worry and that he was too young to have colon cancer. My coach then told him my story and convinced his doctor to get him a colonoscopy. Coach had 30+ polyps removed from his colon.

How is your personal journey progressing today?

In February, I will celebrate 13 years cancer free! I have two young boys, Kyril and Maks, and am happily married and living just outside of Saratoga Springs, NY. I’ve recently taken a new direction, accepting the position of Group Health & Wellness Director at the Wilton Branch of the Saratoga Regional YMCA and I couldn’t be happier. It’s taken me a long time for cancer to not be at the front of my mind every day, but I feel lucky to have finally gotten to a place where it truly isn’t. Never thought I would reach that milestone.

I am still on the Board of Directors for The Colon Club, but am excited for a new opportunity that has also come up through the Y. We have recently gotten a grant to start LIVESTRONG at the YMCA, which is a program that will allow me to physically work with cancer survivors in getting their strength and mobility back. It’s very exciting!

Molly, I can’t thank you enough for taking this time to educate the readers of the Huletts Current. Any final thoughts?

Thank you so much for letting me talk about colons and for putting it out there! Talking about it is the first step to getting people screened, so thank YOU for all of this!

Happy Hanukkah

Starting at sunset tonight (Saturday), Jews around the world will celebrate the first night of Hanukkah.

Hanukkah – “the festival of lights” – commemorates the Maccabees successful rebellion against Antiochus IV Epiphanes. According to the Talmud, written about 600 years after the events described in the books of Maccabees, the Temple was purified and the wicks of the menorah miraculously burned for eight days, even though there was only enough sacred oil for one day’s lighting.

I wish all those celebrating Hanukkah a happy and joyous holiday.


Tombs of the Maccabees, Modi’in, Israel

Mrs. Hennessy’s Obituary

HENNESSY – Patricia M, (nee Smith), 88, on December 3, 2012. Beloved wife of the late Hugh. Devoted mother of Hugh (deceased), Patricia O’Brien, Margaret Stoutenburg, Catherine Lapieki, Matthew, Michael, Maryellen, Maureen Kelly, Rosemary Simpson, and William. Cherished grandmother of 36 grandchildren and 30 great-grandchildren. Visitation Thursday 2-4, 7-9:30 at C.S. Bartholomew and Son Funeral Home, 302 Bedford Ave., Bellmore. Mass of Christian Burial Friday 10:45 AM at St. Barnabas the Apostle R.C. Church, Bellmore. Interment. Cemetery of the Holy Rood.

Mrs. Patricia Hennessy: 1924 – 2012

I’m very sorry to have to share that long-time Huletts resident, Mrs. Patricia Hennessy, passed away Monday morning, December 3, 2012.

Mrs. Hennessy was a wonderful person who will be missed by all who knew her.

“May God support us all the day long, till the shades lengthen and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done. Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and a holy rest and peace at the last.”

Calling hours Thursday 2-4 and 7-9
Clair S. Bartholomew & Son

302 South Bedford Avenue
Bellmore, New York 11710
Nassau County
(516) 785-0225

Funeral Mass Friday 10:45
St. Barnabas 2320 Bedford Avenue

Bellmore, NY 11710
Tel: 516-785-0054
Fax: 516-221-7789

Huletts Christmas Party: December 1st

On Saturday, December 1st at 5 pm the annual Christmas party will be held in the Huletts Landing firehouse.

RSVP to Carol Borin @ 518-499-2755

Participants are asked to bring an entree, appetizer, salad or dessert.

Gull Bay Cleanup


Some of the garbage volunteers cleaned up at the Gull Bay Preserve.

Lake George Land Conservancy volunteers joined together on October 18th to clean up an old dump site at the Gull Bay Preserve, north of Huletts Landing. The group also helped to install gates at key points to limit illegal access by ATVs and other vehicles.


Truck load of trash removed from old dump site.

Those in attendance responded to the Lake George Land Conservancy’s call to help clean up an old dump site at the northern end of the Gull Bay Preserve. In addition to a truck and other large scrap pieces, there were bags of bottles, cans and other typical household trash. The group removed as much as could be loaded into LGLC’s truck; the rest will be removed or covered at a later time.


Lake George Land Conservancy volunteer Mike O’Reilly. Mike is the VP of Finances and Treasurer on the LGLC’s Board of Directors, and a resident of Hulett’s Landing.

One gate was installed at a major access point for ATVs and other motorized vehicles into the preserve. Use of these vehicles is illegal on private property, cause damage to trails and forest habitat, and disrupt wildlife, including the great blue herons which are sensitive to noise and human activity. By reducing or eliminating vehicle use on the property the Lake George Land Conservancy hopes that vegetation will fill in and restore damaged trails, and that the reduction of noise will encourage more wildlife to utilize the land.

Reader Question: Best Winter Skiing Nearby?

I received the following question by email this morning.

Nice post on Whiteface mountain opening. What do you consider to be the best ski areas near Huletts Landing?

Well, I guess that all depends on what you’re looking for but I’ll give you my two cents about the four areas I have skied at within driving distance from Huletts. (The bold titles link to the actual websites.)

Whiteface – the Olympic Venue

Whiteface mountain is located in Lake Placid and is the farthest of the four from Huletts. You can get directions here, but I would estimate it’s about two hours from Huletts if you go north through Ticonderoga. There’s really no place like Lake Placid in the winter and the Whiteface website says this about the mountain:

No ski mountain in the east reaches higher than ours. Around you, dozens of Adirondack peaks jut into the horizon. And below you lie trails that have led Olympic athletes to glory. American Phil Mahre won silver here in the 1980 Winter Olympics. Andrew Weibrecht, a Lake Placid local who grew up skiing at Whiteface, competed in the 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics and brought home the bronze medal in the Super G.

When I’ve been at Whiteface in the winter, I’ve stayed in Lake Placid and taken in the whole town. I especially enjoy going to the ice rink in the evenings. Here is the page with Whiteface’s webcams.

Killington – the Beast

Do I need to say more? Killington is actually six mountains, 140 trails and over 70 miles of terrain. It’s probably the best known ski area in the east. Google calculates the trip from Huletts at about 1 hour and 20 minutes. While I’ve always liked Killington, the days that I’ve been there it’s always been crowded. It attracts people from all over the world and on big weekends, it shows.

The Killington website says this:

An extensive lift network featuring two high-speed gondolas that service everything from groomed cruisers to classic New England tree runs to parks, pipes, bumps and steeps.

Here is the page with Killington’s webcams. (See more on the left sidebar.)

Pico Peak

Pico Peak is my personal favorite of the nearby skiing areas. The driving directions are here, but Google says it’s about 1 hour and 6 minutes from Huletts. We would go here a lot as kids, because my parents liked it for a number of reasons. To begin, it’s close. Secondly, it doesn’t have the crowds that Killington sometimes gets. Thirdly, the trails are good. It doesn’t open as early as some of the other mountains but it has some nice trails.

Here is how Pico’s website tells it:

Pico is like no other mountain. Only here can you experience the thrill of a large mountain with the personal touch of a small ski area.

Here is Pico’s web cam.

West Mountain – Queensbury

The benefit of West Mountain is that it is within an hour of Huletts, making it the closest of the four. West Mountain is good skiing at a affordable price. Typically it opens the 2nd or 3rd week of December with the tubing park opening around Christmas week.

Here is West Mountain’s photo gallery.

Once again, these are the skiing areas that I have been to myself. They are by no means, the only mountains within driving distance of Huletts. If you have other personal favorites, I’d appreciate hearing from you. If you go to any of the four listed above this winter, send me a picture and let me know what you thought.

Saturday Quote

Recently I came across this link.

It’s a story about a 26-year-old guy named Nick Kleckner who, having discovered that material goods didn’t nourish his soul, decided to walk 2600 miles across America, starting in Jacksonville, Florida, with little more than an ipod and a cell phone, fasting until given food to eat, receiving and giving, communing with the homeless. Finally, he ended up in Southern California’s Huntington Beach.

From the story, in The Orange County Register, by Laylan Connelly.

He had rules when he set out. He’d only accept help from complete strangers, and he never took help from the thousands of followers who would eventually end up tracking his journey on Twitter. The only solicit he had was a cardboard sign that read “food,” which he would use if he was really hungry. But he never verbally asked anybody for anything.

In Mississippi – the poorest state in America – he was overwhelmed with kindness.

“I had so much food, I couldn’t carry it. I had so much money, I was worried carrying that much money around. They’re just nice people,” he said.

“It just hit me that I needed to give back.”

So he’d give away what he didn’t use or need to other people on the streets. He started handing out granola bars tied with rubber bands to a $5 McDonald’s gift card and a $5 bill.

Soon, he started hearing from people wanting to send him stuff. He’d tell them to give to (the) homeless in their area instead.

Then other messages started coming in. People would send stories and photos to his Twitter account about how they’ve helped a homeless person, a sort of version of paying it forward.

One note, sent by Ricky Kennewell, is typical: Following the story from Australia, mate. If closer, I’d have helped you out. I’ll give generously to local homeless instead.

Read the entire piece.

It reminded me of Matthew 10:9, in which Christ tells his followers they should go forth and proclaim that the Kingdom of Heaven was upon them, that they should take no money with them, nor even a walking stick or shoes for the road.

Support the Huletts Post Office


A postage paid order form to buy stamps by mail from the Huletts Post Office.

Pam Stragnell recently mailed out her October newsletter with order forms to purchase stamps by mail. Please remember to support the Huletts Post Office even if you are not in Huletts. Ordering stamps by mail is a great way to support the Huletts Post Office.

View Pam’s October newsletter here.

Saturday Quote

“Not one day in anyone’s life is an uneventful day, no day without profound meaning, no matter how dull and boring it might seem, no matter whether you are a seamstress or a queen, a shoeshine boy, or a movie star, a renowned philosopher or a Down’s-syndrome child. Because in every day of your life, there are opportunities to perform little kindnesses for others, both by conscious acts of will and unconscious example. Each smallest act of kindness—even just words of hope when they are needed, the remembrance of a birthday, a compliment that engenders a smile—reverberates across great distances and spans of time, affecting lives unknown to the one whose generous spirit was the source of this good echo, because kindness is passed on and grows each time it’s passed, until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage years later and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each thoughtless expression of hatred, each envious and bitter act, regardless of how petty, can inspire others, and is therefore the seed that ultimately produces evil fruit, poisoning people whom you have never met and never will. All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined—those dead, those living, those generations yet to come—that the fate of all is the fate of each, and the hope of humanity rests in every heart and in every pair of hands. Therefore, after every failure, we are obliged to strive again for success, and when faced with the end of one thing, we must build something new and better in the ashes, just as from pain and grief, we must weave hope, for each of us is a thread critical to the strength—to the very survival of the human tapestry. Every hour in every life contains such often-unrecognized potential to affect the world that the great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in this momentous day.”

Dean Koontz, From the Corner of His Eye

Reader Submitted Photo

I received this picture from Peter Ballantyne of his dog, Pippin, behind the wheel of his boat on Lake George.

Peter had this to say; “Here is Pippin driving the ski boat. This took years of training. He’s still learning to pull skiers.”

Click to see full-scale.

Thanks Peter. Swimmers better get out of the way!