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  • #46
    Oh don't worry, I have a way around it!
    Available for readings. PM with question!


    Most people adopt cats or dogs. I adopt dragons...


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    • #47
      Originally posted by Sharizzy View Post
      Oh don't worry, I have a way around it!
      Stay safe. Come back whole.
      Being Immortal is so time consuming.
      http://shadowsoul.wordpress.com/

      http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The...life+of+nobody

      http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004D4ZWTI

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      • #48
        I will and I will
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        Most people adopt cats or dogs. I adopt dragons...


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        • #49
          This may be the opening for Part 2.

          Can you hear it? That is the wind whispering in the trees. Listen close, it is telling of what is to come. The coyotes are howling in the background. They sound mournful. A front is moving in.

          The wind tells us that the clouds are moving out. This means it will be cold tomorrow. We need to sleep now.



          As I burrow down into my sleeping bag I know that the morning is going to be cold. I am ready for it. My clothes are in my bag with me so they won't freeze overnight. My tent is being wind whipped.

          I have taken a muscle relaxer against the cold and so that I can sleep.

          Now it is morning. The sky is perfectly clear. The unbroken snow glistens like diamonds, the Evergreens cast a sharp interruption. The startling blue sky is a perfect backdrop. Yet somehow these three contrasting sights belong together.

          As I look I see ice crystals falling. The wind has died and the air is still now. The ice crystals are falling straight down in beautiful harmony. I know it's cold because ice crystals are the oxygen in the air freezing. It must be 30 below.

          Hunting today is going to be hard and dangerous. One bad move could be fatal. Because of the cold the elk are going to be bedded down. I consider staying close to the tent, but my sense of exploration is overpowering.

          I prepare carefully, making all of my survival gear is secured on me. As I walk along, my prints the only ones in the fresh snow, I am no longer in the present. My senses run back along a forgotten past to a time beyond memory. Civilization falls from me. I become caught up in the moment and I feel primal. It feels good, I am pretty sure there is a grin more resembling a snarl on my face.

          I walk. Time is meaningless. My body feels like it could go forever. Suddenly I don't know where I am. As I look around I know that I have never been here before.

          My smile gets even more stern. I somehow realize that I have my backpack on. Everything including my tent is there. There is nothing to stop me now.

          I keep walking until I can walk no more. I still feel that I am outside myself. I am no longer hunting. I stop finally and pitch camp. Deep inside I know that something is wrong, but I can't bring myself to be concerned about that right now.

          It is morning. Where am I?

          To be continued......
          Last edited by Charley Brown; November 28th, 2010, 10:00 AM.
          Being Immortal is so time consuming.
          http://shadowsoul.wordpress.com/

          http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The...life+of+nobody

          http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004D4ZWTI

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          • #50
            I met old Jim Fickle while he was working at the Ken-Caryl Cattle ranch. He was part of a dying breed, a cowboy.

            He sure did have some stories though. Once he worked on the Hartsel Ranch, they were running buffalo. He told me they used to herd the buffalo with cars and trucks, safer, he said. One day this bull was running beside his car and just took a swipe at the car door.
            Jim got a gash across his ribs from the horn as it crashed through. That made me not want to herd buffalo. Jim said it took a few stitches to close that gash up.

            Jim wasn't a large man, and he was quiet spoken. There was something about him that made you want to listen though. His eyes were as clear and as blue as the Colorado sky, and he never failed to meet any mans look. He was quick to laugh and slow to anger.

            The cancer took old Jim from us, I never heard him complain about it either. The Hartsel Ranch is now broke up into 40 acre parcels and the Ken-Caryl Cattle Ranch was moved to Montana.

            I have a couple of stories I will tell later about Jim.
            Being Immortal is so time consuming.
            http://shadowsoul.wordpress.com/

            http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The...life+of+nobody

            http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004D4ZWTI

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            • #51
              Jim used to stay in hotels when they had to go pick up livestock. He said in those days when you rented a room they asked if you wanted it with or without. A woman. He told me that they never knew who they would be bunked up with either. Most of the rooms had at least 4 beds.

              Jim and another guy had gone to Cripple Creek to pick up a bull. When they got in the room there was a couple of other guys there already. After the introductions Jim said the other two guys had to go get some dinner. Now while they were out Jim and his buddy had an idea.

              They bought some beer and sausages and put it all in the bed pan under Jims bed. Every room had at least two bed pans in them. So Jim and his buddy left the room to go get some drinks and play some cards. Later that night they went back to the room and the other two guys were already there.

              So Jim reached under the bed and dragged the bed pan out and him and his buddy started eating the sausages, making a big show of swirling them around in the beer. As you would expect the other two guys were turning green by now. Jim and his buddy got to laughing and told the guys about the setup.

              Problem was, rather than use a clean bed pan, the guys had used the already used one.

              Jim and his buddy got pretty sick and then had to go get something to drink to wash out their mouths. He said they never pulled that trick again either.
              Being Immortal is so time consuming.
              http://shadowsoul.wordpress.com/

              http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The...life+of+nobody

              http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004D4ZWTI

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              • #52
                Originally posted by Charley Brown View Post
                Feedback is always welcome, positive or negative.
                Great stories. I'm a Georgia Cracker and have worked on fencing crews through areas that are not quite as bad as the ones you describe. They do give one an appreciation for just how dangerous swamps can be. Nowadays, I wade through red tape swamps in the D.C. Morass.

                The first thing, any of us were taught as kids in South Georgia was how to identify and spot snakes. The rule is: "if it looks like a snake, it is a snake."

                One thing about gators is they love to drown their quarry and then stash it in a hole to get it tenderized and gamey. The other thing they like to do is chomp and roll. Nothing like having about 400 pounds of gator twisting your pully bone loose.

                Let me know when the book is available as I'd like to buy one.

                Searles O'Dubhain

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                • #53
                  Originally posted by odubhain View Post
                  Great stories. I'm a Georgia Cracker and have worked on fencing crews through areas that are not quite as bad as the ones you describe. They do give one an appreciation for just how dangerous swamps can be. Nowadays, I wade through red tape swamps in the D.C. Morass.

                  The first thing, any of us were taught as kids in South Georgia was how to identify and spot snakes. The rule is: "if it looks like a snake, it is a snake."

                  One thing about gators is they love to drown their quarry and then stash it in a hole to get it tenderized and gamey. The other thing they like to do is chomp and roll. Nothing like having about 400 pounds of gator twisting your pully bone loose.

                  Let me know when the book is available as I'd like to buy one.

                  Searles O'Dubhain

                  Yeah, snakes and gators are not really warm and cuddly are they?

                  Also see my sig for the links to my book, it is published on nook and kindle.
                  Being Immortal is so time consuming.
                  http://shadowsoul.wordpress.com/

                  http://search.barnesandnoble.com/The...life+of+nobody

                  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004D4ZWTI

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