Nunn is waging war on maple trees FacebookTwitterEmail I used to love maple trees, but the love is gone. I enjoyed kicking around the woods with a thick canopy of deciduous trees above my head. I loved tromping through the woods through a thick bed of ferns, kicking up grouse or rabbit. Sometimes I would walk miles of rolling hills before the ferns popped, often still fiddleheads looking for the elusive morel mushroom. Maybe I would slip out to some trails in the fall, riding my Big Red or tooling around in my old Dodge pickup. Later in life I would load up the family and just go for drives soaking in the fall landscape and the changing leaves.