Meanwhile, in another part of the Canadian wilderness some 10 miles away from the action, I was sitting in a tightly nestled group of pine trees a mere 10 – 12 yards from my bait. It was a very active bait with many Pope and Young squirrels, chipmunks, mice and birds voraciously attacking the sweet smelling and sweeter tasting (yeah I had to try out the bait for myself) bait pile. 6:55 p.m. found me deep into a book about Daniel Boone and his exploits when I had that feeling that something was different in the woods. It was!