SludgeMunkey
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My first real experience with amphibians was with the "Red Eft". After reading so many great threads here about these little buggers, I felt I had to share...
Anyway, I grew up in northwestern Pennsylvania and spent a good many of my summer days patrolling the creek bottoms catching all sorts of interesting critters. I did see a good many salamanders under those rocks, but they were small and brown for the most part, and therefor not too interesting to me. My family was also avid campers and we spent a good amount of time camping in the Allegheny National Forest and all along The Allegheny River from Kinzua Dam south to Tidioute and Tionesta. I can remember catching numerous "Red Efts" as my dad referred to them, amazed at the variations of flamin' red-orange to brick brown. At the time I had no idea these interesting little critters were actually just the land form of what we called "Spotted Newts" ( that were often available as fishing bait in those parts). I particularly remember one night camping at the Heart's Content recreation area, that there were so many efts about, the ground near our campfire glittered with hundreds of tiny eyes. One summer, I caught nearly a half dozen efts at our hunting cabin in Warren County and took them home to keep as pets for a while, under the strict guidance of my father that it was "..only till the next camping trip.."
In the meantime things happened as they always do, and we were unable to go camping again that summer. Worried about my efts (mainly because feeding salamanders self-caught food is near impossible in a Pennsylvania winter) I did the unthinkable and took them to the swampy woods of my grandfather's farm and released them. I was very upset about that. I feared I had doomed them all to a slow death as we lived much closer to Lake Erie than we did the Alleghenies and the winters are infamously harsh and long. I moped right into the early school year about it. My dad noticing I was worried about the entire situation, took me back to the farm on a Saturday. He made me hike far back into the 450 acres to the far corner of the wooded portion. I rarely if ever went there by myself as this was quite a hike through swampy Hemlock forest. He explained he knew I was upset about the efts, but the explained we were here to "check on something" he remembered from being a kid.
This part of the property was drier, heavily wooded with maple and birch, and had numerous vernal ponds. Dad picked out a log near the old fence post line, flipped it over, and made an exclamation unsuitable for public forums. There, nearly 20 years later, he found a single red eft very near where he caught many of them as a kid. I was shocked. In all those years of hanging around in the woods, I had never found an eft so close to home. Here I was afraid I had killed off a half dozen of the same critters, and yet the species did in fact life around these parts. Even funnier, my dad, the burly foul-mouthed biker-type, actually still new exactly where to find 'em at, even after all that time.
I know, silly, sappy and pointless, but years later those little guys inspired me to purchase some axolotls ten years back and try my hand at salamander rearing all over again.
So, tell me your stories about these neat little critters... I wonder if anyone else was in to them as much as I was as a kid.
Anyway, I grew up in northwestern Pennsylvania and spent a good many of my summer days patrolling the creek bottoms catching all sorts of interesting critters. I did see a good many salamanders under those rocks, but they were small and brown for the most part, and therefor not too interesting to me. My family was also avid campers and we spent a good amount of time camping in the Allegheny National Forest and all along The Allegheny River from Kinzua Dam south to Tidioute and Tionesta. I can remember catching numerous "Red Efts" as my dad referred to them, amazed at the variations of flamin' red-orange to brick brown. At the time I had no idea these interesting little critters were actually just the land form of what we called "Spotted Newts" ( that were often available as fishing bait in those parts). I particularly remember one night camping at the Heart's Content recreation area, that there were so many efts about, the ground near our campfire glittered with hundreds of tiny eyes. One summer, I caught nearly a half dozen efts at our hunting cabin in Warren County and took them home to keep as pets for a while, under the strict guidance of my father that it was "..only till the next camping trip.."
In the meantime things happened as they always do, and we were unable to go camping again that summer. Worried about my efts (mainly because feeding salamanders self-caught food is near impossible in a Pennsylvania winter) I did the unthinkable and took them to the swampy woods of my grandfather's farm and released them. I was very upset about that. I feared I had doomed them all to a slow death as we lived much closer to Lake Erie than we did the Alleghenies and the winters are infamously harsh and long. I moped right into the early school year about it. My dad noticing I was worried about the entire situation, took me back to the farm on a Saturday. He made me hike far back into the 450 acres to the far corner of the wooded portion. I rarely if ever went there by myself as this was quite a hike through swampy Hemlock forest. He explained he knew I was upset about the efts, but the explained we were here to "check on something" he remembered from being a kid.
This part of the property was drier, heavily wooded with maple and birch, and had numerous vernal ponds. Dad picked out a log near the old fence post line, flipped it over, and made an exclamation unsuitable for public forums. There, nearly 20 years later, he found a single red eft very near where he caught many of them as a kid. I was shocked. In all those years of hanging around in the woods, I had never found an eft so close to home. Here I was afraid I had killed off a half dozen of the same critters, and yet the species did in fact life around these parts. Even funnier, my dad, the burly foul-mouthed biker-type, actually still new exactly where to find 'em at, even after all that time.
I know, silly, sappy and pointless, but years later those little guys inspired me to purchase some axolotls ten years back and try my hand at salamander rearing all over again.
So, tell me your stories about these neat little critters... I wonder if anyone else was in to them as much as I was as a kid.
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