Feb 15, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Sap Season

What a crazy winter it has been.  With an early spring in the forecast we have started to tap our maple trees to bring forth that sweet sap that is boiled with love to produce maple syrup.  It takes almost 50 gallons of sap to produce a gallon of syrup. Our sugar bush (all 3,000 trees) are connected by tubing that brings the raw sap right down to the sap house for boiling. Family and friends will all gather to keep me awake as I hover over the fire to evaporate the water out of the sap until it becomes syrup. Benjimin Franklin, that wise old sage, invented the maple syrup grading system.  He was trying to wean the new colonies off of Cuban cane sugar and replace it with maple sugar.  Good try Franklin…he also wanted the official bird of the U.S. to be the turkey.  Just think, if he had succeeded instead of calling someone a turkey in a derogatory way we call them an eagle.  Hmmm

Feb 13, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Cold day

The temperature is 5 degrees and the wind is howling.  A great day to sit by the wood stove and read a book but the farm chores still have to be done. On cold and windy day there is nothing like a fur hat to keep you warm.  Think about it…animals can survive 50 below zero just wearing the fur they were born with. I have a martin hat a friend made for me from three martins I trapped on the Yukon River. A martin is a weasel type animal with orange fur that lives in northern climates.  This is a renewable resource that will block the wind and keep you warmer than any man made material. It also looks great!

Feb 10, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments

things were simpler

Jake had to fight outlaws and battle extreme cold as he struggled to save the life of his friends in my up-coming  book “Justice At Forty Below”. That is nothing compared to the aggravation of dealing with a state tax department. UGH I am on hold for 40 minutes now just to talk to someone.  Give me 40 degrees below zero and ten bad guys to kill any day.

Feb 7, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments


Ever wonder how Reno,  Nevada got it’s name.  Check out my up coming new book, “Justice at Forty Below”. Jake will solve this mystery as he battles the cold and ruthless men of the Alaskan gold rush.  Inquiring minds want to know!

Feb 6, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments


Ever wonder how to survive forty degrees below zero in a snow storm?  Check out my up-coming book “Justice At Forty Below”.  Jake and Howard battle a snow storm in -40 degree Fahrenheit temperatures .  You never know, this knowledge may someday save your life!

Feb 3, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Ghost of the woods

As I walked slowly in the aspen trees a flurry of sound erupted causing a rush of adrenaline to course through my body. Weaving in and out of the trees was the ghost of the woods…the ruffed grouse.  The magnificent brown and white mottled bird, the size of a pigeon, is often heard flushing with thunderous sound but seldom seen. In the spring if you listen carefully you can hear the males drumming on a log with their wings to attract a mate.

Feb 2, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments

Crazy Weather

This is the strangest weather in many years.  My dog mushing friend in Fairbanks, AK. reported 59 below zero while we basked in the warmth here in up-state NY.  On a normal year the farm should be covered with five feet of snow. The fields are only barely covered by 2 or 3 inches.  Checking my orchard I noticed that my Serviceberry tree has popped it’s buds.  Serviceberry is a tree in the north country that produces a delicious blueberry like fruit.  The warm weather has totally fooled this northern inhabitant.  The next cold snap will kill these open buds resulting in “NO FRUIT FOR YOU THIS SUMMER”.  While Alaska and Europe hunker down in extreme cold we in the Adirondack Mountains are donning our spring clothes and romping in the warmth.

Jan 31, 2012 - Uncategorized    No Comments

sun spots

The sun is up to it’s old tricks.  Massive solar flares are erupting from the surface of our boiling life giving furnace in the sky.  We are entering another period of massive solar activity.  The last period was in the nineties.  This causes beautiful northern lights as solar particles bombard our atmosphere and magnetic field.  It also causes disruptions in our GPS technology, communications and air travel.   If the solar storms get severe enough much of our technology could  be rendered useless for days on end.  Better learn to read a map!

Jan 10, 2012 - Uncategorized    1 Comment

Book Summary: Justice at Forty Below


Justice at Forty Below by Jack L. Singer

Jacob Bartholomule — known only as Jake B – learned how to deal with hard men while growingup in the logging camps of northern Michigan. A widow hires the drifter and lawyer Howard Edgemont to find her son Dan, who’s struck it rich in the frozen north. Taking care of a little Easterner – and a lawyer to boot — is not part of Jake’s plan but he doesn’t have many options. Their way isn’t easy; killing is part of a day’s work for the tough men who brave the Chilkoot trail headed to Alaska’s gold fields.

Relying on the wilderness skills he learned from the Indians, Jake keeps Howard alive, only to face a bloodthirsty band of hired gunmen. Can they save Dan, whose mine has been stolen by the richest man in the Fairbanks mining district? During their quest, they fight armed killers, build a snow cave, drive a dog team and evade wolves and outlaws.  Deadly cold temperatures, snowstorms, dangerous animals and heartless men also await the pair as they work to rescue Dan.

Quick with a gun and deadly with his fists, Jake teaches Howard how to stay alive as they take on both the wilderness and the meanest gang of desperadoes to rule a mining town.  Readers will grit their teeth while being swept along on a deadly ride down the mountain and a crash through ice. Jake and Howard battle trained killers, relying on sheer nerve and commando tactics. In the end, all that matters is to stay alive and save Howard’s sweetheart, Alice, from the killers of the Golden Calf mine.

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Jan 3, 2012 - Uncategorized    1 Comment

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Justice at Forty Below by Jack Lloyd Singer

Chapter 1     Card Game

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        His God-given name was just that—given, but not used. Instead, Jacob Bartholomule was only known as Jake B. He was the type of man that you did not ask what the B stood for; he told you. Jake paid the clerk for some jerky and some ammunition for his sharps, his bone-handled 45s, and the derringer he kept hidden under the leg of his pants. Jake had struck it big at the card game at the Big L Saloon. It was not a friendly game; hard feelings were sure to follow. Jake generally kept his thoughts to himself, but when the little easterner accused the big, ugly Texan of cheating, Jake put in his two cents to stop a murder. As the Texan reached for his gun, Jake reached for the Texan’s throat. Jake remembered his Dad’s advice: “Never hit a man with your hand if there is something else to hit him with. Broken knuckles hurt.” With his huge right hand, Jake sealed off the ugly man’s windpipe and, with his left hand, brought down the heavy bone pistol grip of his custom-made 45 on the side of the furious, but surprised, Texan’s head. The Texan collapsed on the table as blood trickled down the side of his cheek. Jake scooped up his winnings as the small easterner thanked him over and over again, saying, “I thought he was going to kill me. I left my gun in my room.”

        Jake just smiled and got up to leave. The easterner yelled, “Is there any way I can repay you?” Jake frowned as he left, turning at the door and saying, “Never leave your gun in your room and get as far away from this spot of Hell as you can. Tex will be a mighty unhappy man when he wakes!” Jake walked slowly to his hotel room, making sure he stayed in the shadows.

        Jake had had enough of Tucson, anyway. Too damned hot. He had drifted down to the sweltering desert country last fall out of curiosity. Having been born in a logging camp in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, he could tolerate the cold much better than he could the heat. Pa had always said “You can always put on more clothes but there is only so much you can take off until you are naked.”

        The next morning Jake paid his debts, saddled his horse, and rode out of town. He had no clear idea of where he was going, but had no desire to kill the Texan, whom he was sure would come looking for him.

        Much to Jake’s surprise, a few miles out of town a small figure on a horse rode within 100 yards of him. Jake cocked his 45 under his coat, just in case. He recognized the easterner, who introduced himself as he pulled alongside.“Hi, I’m extremely pleased to introduce myself: Howard P. Edgemont, Attorney at Law. Thank you for saving my life last night.” Howard P. Edgemont looked like a grinning fool as he extended his hand.

        Jake nodded and rode on. At least the little fool had enough sense to get out of town while he was still in one piece. Jake had no idea of what exactly attorneys at law were, but he knew he did not like them. He had heard that attorneys used the law to steal.

        The day was getting hot and the country rough. The flat desert had turned into rolling hills, thick with cactus and briers. The thorns on the briers were sharp enough to lance a man right through his leather chaps. Jake figured he would head northwest to Reno, Nevada. He had served under Captain Jesse Lee Reno in the War Between the States. Reno was killed at the Battle of South Mountain in Maryland on September 14th, 1862. Reno had courageously led the charge, retaking the battle-torn hill on that cold, gray, rainy afternoon. He took a bullet to the throat. The battle was won, but the brave commander lay dead, never to see his beloved Nevada again. Although Jake was just a young foot soldier at the time and had never met the man, he always thought he would visit the town named after him and pay his respects. After that he planned to head north to see Montana. Surprisingly, the little man rode along without talking. At the top of a rise, Jake stopped to make some coffee and eat some jerky. The easterner, who was tagging along, asked if he might gather some wood and join him. Jake just nodded.

        “Do you think the Texan will follow us?”

        “It’s a good bet,” replied Jake. “I left the table with a fair amount of money.” As he chewed in silence, the hairs on the back of Jake’s neck stood up. He spied a cloud of dust on the distant horizon. The man making that cloud either had to be a fool to ride that hard in the heat or was someone who was close to his prey. Quickly Jake kicked dirt on the fire, cursing himself for showing smoke. With a surprised look on his face, the easterner asked, “What is the matter?”

        “Dust in the distance, so unless you want to risk exchanging lead I suggest we ride on.” Jake was beginning to like the little guy. He did not talk too much and did not complain. Jake was sure, however, that the little fool did not know how to keep himself alive.

        Jake dug a small hole for the ashes and covered it with dirt. He took a handful of brush and, working in a zigzag manner, scattered the evidence of the camp spot. Mounting up, he headed back on the trail they had come from.

        The easterner looked puzzled, but he followed without a word. Three hundred yards down the trail, Jake headed up a rocky shallow where the tracks would be harder to follow. He knew this would be child’s play for an experienced tracker, but, judging by the soft skin of the big Texan, he was not a man used to the rigors of the trail.

        Jake and the easterner rode on in silence for four hours, stopping occasionally to see if anyone was following. Around nightfall, Jake picked a rocky ledge to camp, one with a good view of anyone trying to approach them.

        He dared not light a fire, so he handed the easterner some jerky, unrolled his bed roll, and made himself comfortable. “You take the first watch; if you fall asleep, I’ll kill you myself,” he mumbled as he fell into a troubled sleep. Soon after falling asleep, Jake was awakened. “I heard something,”announced the easterner. Jake cocked the hammer on his 45 and listened. After a while, he told the greenhorn to get some sleep while he took watch.

        The next morning, nothing exciting happened and Jake could not see any evidence of being followed. Knowing that a careless man dies young in the wilderness, Jake skipped a coffee fire, saddled up, and started riding north.

        The easterner again followed in silence.

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