Over Columbus Day weekend, Ehren and I went to Jackman, ME, a tiny town far up in Northwest Maine, about 10 miles from the Canadian border. My parents were spending the week there and we visited them for a long weekend. The foliage was at it's peak and absolutely gorgeous. 
It seemed that the two main industries in Jackman were logging and hunting. As we were there during the start of moose hunting season, we saw lots of pickups with gunracks, hunters walking around carrying guns, and a few dead moose. Although we were hoping to see a live one, I think they were keeping themselves pretty scarce. We did see lots of tracks though.
