I am one of those people that will not watch anything that has horror in its description. Suspense does not bother me or supernatural. If horror is involved you can bet I will not be present. As a kid I remember my cousins watching Frankenstein, Dracula and the Wolf man on late night TV, I wanted no part of it and you could usually find me behind the couch. To this day I may be the only member of my age group that has never seen those movies in their entirety. No Halloween movies, Freddie movies or Nightmare on Elm street, no Chucky, chainsaw massacre or anything where zombies take over the world or some guy gets shot with a machine gun a million times and still cuts someones head off with a machete. Just ain't going to happen. It amazes me that Hollywood can make so much money making movies that are so unreal that millions of our youths and quite a few adults flock to the theaters to watch some thing that at one time may have been human kill so many stupid people. Lets face it if your home alone and hear a noise, who is going to go to the basement to check it out? If you on a lonely road and all at once your car stalls, are you going to get out and walk or use your cell phone to call for help? Besides if there was a serial killer chopping people up with a chain saw running loose in the area, would any parent allow their very attractive 16-17 year old daughter go out by themselves at night?
I am convinced that there are plenty of things that happen to each of us in our lives that if you think about them they will scare you to death, things like that nice walk in the woods where you stepped over the log and onto a nice long rattlesnake. Or the time you thought the electricity was off and you almost stuck your hand in the breaker box. Better yet the day you were texting on your drive to work and almost took out an 18 wheeler. Yes those type incidents would scare any person to absolute, skid making terror. I believe that everyday life is scary enough. Almost every member of our armed forces can describe fear. Police Officers, Fire Fighters and First Responders can give you first hand accounts. So to those of you that think Freddie Kruger is cool, go spend your money, after all makeup artists need to make money too. I'll be the old guy that watches the trailers on TV and shakes his head. To me the photo on the right is scary enough....
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
From the Journal of Issac McNamara.....#4
Zeke slapped spurs to his horse before the echo quieted. The horse having really no need for the encouragement had already began its jump. Zeke tried a look behind him and caught the rising smoke from a fired rifle way up on the hill side. Down the trail they went all the while Zeke watched for a place to turn around. As he reach Railey Creek he felt the horse bunch and the he was out over open water. They landed just shy of the other side of the creek in about two feet of water. Zeke urged his mount up the bank and into the willows were he held up. No other shots came and after a few minutes he dismounted and slowly worked his way up the creek bank. He was looking for a shallow place to cross when he herd the sound of hoofs hitting the hard packed trail. Zeke got down behind a fallen tree and readied himself. Something was coming. He could no longer see his horse, if he could have he would have seen that he had began chewing on some grass in the little clearing under the willows. The air had become still, the sounds of the forest slowly creeped back into his awareness as he strained his eyes across the creek. More noise, cautioned steps could be barely heard. Zeke felt the strain of being still, his eyes would blur from concentrating so hard and he would have to shake his head. The cry of a passing crow caused a tightening on the trigger of the rifle he carried. Across the creek he spotted movement, then a flash of brown, more movement in the brush, then nothing. Zeke laid behind the log, watching. He had learned from an old Cherokee that the eye caught more movement to the side than straight ahead. Seconds ticked by, they became minutes. Zeke laid still and so was whatever was on the other side. A puff of air washed over him drying the sweat on his forehead. The air was suddenly filled with the bray of a mule, long and loud. It no sooner had stopped when Zeke's horse answered. Mule burst through the brush, slid down the bank of the creek and made his way to the other side where he stopped right in front of Zeke.
"Mule, I almost let the air out of you...." said Zeke as he got up, " must be your lucky day."
Zeke walked back to his horse and as he prepared to mount he seen another note tied to his saddle horn. It read,
That there was the onlyest warning your going to get.
Zeke cast around for tracks and found what looked like the side of a moccasin . Other than that there was nothing to indicate that anyone had been around. He mounted and staying well back in the trees off the trail continued south. He traveled slow, by the time the sun was setting he was worn out from the strain of watching so close. He found a small cave along the James that had been used before as a camp. He put together a small fire for his coffee and broiled some bacon strips for his supper.
It was warm enough that Zeke let the fire burn down. His bed was well back under the trees were he could see the small cave where most travelers made beds. He had rolled his saddle and pack under the overhang and covered them with his blanket. his horse and mule were picketed right behind him. Suddenly he was awake, the sounds of the night had stopped. He looked up and seen both horse and mule with their heads up and ears forward against the star filled sky. By the position of the stars he knew it was past midnight yet still a while before first light. His hand closed around the butt of his revolver as he waited. There was no smoke coming from the fire which meant it was either out or past the point of smoking. No sound came to him, no crickets or frogs just silence. He lay very still. He heard mule take a deep breath and let it out. When he looked at them again they were relaxed, standing head down. What ever had been there was now gone. Zeke could not go back to sleep. He rolled out of his ground cloth and laid sticks across the white ash of the fire. After a few minutes they began to smoke then erupted into a small flame. Zeke was ready to ride as soon as it was light. He worked his way slowly down the James River watching for tracks or signs that humans had passed before him. He knew he was with in a mile or two of Yocum's old trading post. The reports they had at Galena said there was a large force gathering there. He felt there should be signs of a large force. He scanned the ground looking for where firewood would have been scavenged, he looked on trees for evidence of broken branches. He found nothing. He circled north away from the river to come in on the White river side. After searching all morning he had yet to find anything. He pulled up in a small clearing above the White stepped down from the saddle and reached into his saddle bags for a looking glass. Zeke looked over the saddle into the woods. Looking back at him from under a wild fern was a face.
"Mule, I almost let the air out of you...." said Zeke as he got up, " must be your lucky day."
Zeke walked back to his horse and as he prepared to mount he seen another note tied to his saddle horn. It read,
That there was the onlyest warning your going to get.
Zeke cast around for tracks and found what looked like the side of a moccasin . Other than that there was nothing to indicate that anyone had been around. He mounted and staying well back in the trees off the trail continued south. He traveled slow, by the time the sun was setting he was worn out from the strain of watching so close. He found a small cave along the James that had been used before as a camp. He put together a small fire for his coffee and broiled some bacon strips for his supper.
It was warm enough that Zeke let the fire burn down. His bed was well back under the trees were he could see the small cave where most travelers made beds. He had rolled his saddle and pack under the overhang and covered them with his blanket. his horse and mule were picketed right behind him. Suddenly he was awake, the sounds of the night had stopped. He looked up and seen both horse and mule with their heads up and ears forward against the star filled sky. By the position of the stars he knew it was past midnight yet still a while before first light. His hand closed around the butt of his revolver as he waited. There was no smoke coming from the fire which meant it was either out or past the point of smoking. No sound came to him, no crickets or frogs just silence. He lay very still. He heard mule take a deep breath and let it out. When he looked at them again they were relaxed, standing head down. What ever had been there was now gone. Zeke could not go back to sleep. He rolled out of his ground cloth and laid sticks across the white ash of the fire. After a few minutes they began to smoke then erupted into a small flame. Zeke was ready to ride as soon as it was light. He worked his way slowly down the James River watching for tracks or signs that humans had passed before him. He knew he was with in a mile or two of Yocum's old trading post. The reports they had at Galena said there was a large force gathering there. He felt there should be signs of a large force. He scanned the ground looking for where firewood would have been scavenged, he looked on trees for evidence of broken branches. He found nothing. He circled north away from the river to come in on the White river side. After searching all morning he had yet to find anything. He pulled up in a small clearing above the White stepped down from the saddle and reached into his saddle bags for a looking glass. Zeke looked over the saddle into the woods. Looking back at him from under a wild fern was a face.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I have returned........
It has been a very long time since I took the time to update this site. To say a lot of water has went under the bridge is an understatement of major proportions. First off it seems that it has been raining since my last entry. At one point Tablerock's lake level reached 923 almost. The CORP has been dropping the lake and the fish are really confused. First it was flooded then it was not. We have heavy rains again today with more on the radar for tomorrow. I/m not sure where I should begin to update my followers, I know I owe you and installment on the adventures of Deputy McNamara, I will get to it in the next day or so.
First let me say that my grandson Orrin aka Huckleberry, is doing well and growing like a weed. His daddy and mommy are doing everything the Doctors say, so Huckleberry is very much in charge. He lets them know when to sleep, how long to sleep and even where to sleep. He tells them when its time to eat, as well as when there is a need for a change of wardrobe. (diapers)All of this is per the instructions of the Doctor. I have to laugh when his daddy was a baby it was a lot different. Orrin is the third grandson, my goal is to be there every step of the growing process much like I was with Brandon and Joey. It will be harder because we live 4 hours away, it just means I will be using a lot of tire rubber burning up and down I44.
I mentioned my daughter was sick, she is doing better and has a very long road in front of her to get well. Please continue your prayers and positive wishes for her. I try to help Brian in his print shop when we are visiting, I'm not sure if I am a help or a handicap. My grandson Joey is much better at helping than I am.
The latest thing, which is part of the reason for the delay in updating is an incident I was involved in. I was helping a friend clear a tree that had fallen in his yard in one of our storms when a piece of wood flew up from the log we were splitting and hit me in the right eye. Och you say, yes it was an ouch and maybe a ow, and a Darn that hurt kind of moment. I staggered around for a few minutes and was able to keep my lunch down. It continued to hurt the rest of the afternoon. My sight continued to get worse on when I went for my semi annual firearms qualification I became aware that I could not see the target at the 15 yard line. That got my attention. I went to the eye doctor that afternoon and was given a guarded report with directions on what to do if it got worse. Last Saturday it got worse, in less than two hours I lost the sight in my right eye, I called the eye Doc, made arrangements to meet with him on Sunday at his office in Springfield. He determined I had a torn retina, and that I needed surgery ASAP. ASAP turned in Monday at 2:30 and as of today I have a great Halloween mask, my own face. I was told that the surgery was major, and that the success rate to reattach is between 85-90 percent. Which is good. I can see color out of the eye and movement so they say that is really a good thing. I am on bed rest as well as dong absolutely nothing for at least two weeks.
I've had a lot of time to think about this...first the oak was about 4 feet in diameter, it fell and destroyed three cars, a fence and a carport. The day it happened the friend, who owned the tree, got smacked in the eye by a branch as they cut if off the cars, then I get injured in the eye dealing with the same tree..... could there be something amiss???
Anyway, I go back to the Doctor next Wednesday and maybe back to work in a couple of weeks. Please pray for me as well as I need all the help I can get....
First let me say that my grandson Orrin aka Huckleberry, is doing well and growing like a weed. His daddy and mommy are doing everything the Doctors say, so Huckleberry is very much in charge. He lets them know when to sleep, how long to sleep and even where to sleep. He tells them when its time to eat, as well as when there is a need for a change of wardrobe. (diapers)All of this is per the instructions of the Doctor. I have to laugh when his daddy was a baby it was a lot different. Orrin is the third grandson, my goal is to be there every step of the growing process much like I was with Brandon and Joey. It will be harder because we live 4 hours away, it just means I will be using a lot of tire rubber burning up and down I44.
I mentioned my daughter was sick, she is doing better and has a very long road in front of her to get well. Please continue your prayers and positive wishes for her. I try to help Brian in his print shop when we are visiting, I'm not sure if I am a help or a handicap. My grandson Joey is much better at helping than I am.
The latest thing, which is part of the reason for the delay in updating is an incident I was involved in. I was helping a friend clear a tree that had fallen in his yard in one of our storms when a piece of wood flew up from the log we were splitting and hit me in the right eye. Och you say, yes it was an ouch and maybe a ow, and a Darn that hurt kind of moment. I staggered around for a few minutes and was able to keep my lunch down. It continued to hurt the rest of the afternoon. My sight continued to get worse on when I went for my semi annual firearms qualification I became aware that I could not see the target at the 15 yard line. That got my attention. I went to the eye doctor that afternoon and was given a guarded report with directions on what to do if it got worse. Last Saturday it got worse, in less than two hours I lost the sight in my right eye, I called the eye Doc, made arrangements to meet with him on Sunday at his office in Springfield. He determined I had a torn retina, and that I needed surgery ASAP. ASAP turned in Monday at 2:30 and as of today I have a great Halloween mask, my own face. I was told that the surgery was major, and that the success rate to reattach is between 85-90 percent. Which is good. I can see color out of the eye and movement so they say that is really a good thing. I am on bed rest as well as dong absolutely nothing for at least two weeks.
I've had a lot of time to think about this...first the oak was about 4 feet in diameter, it fell and destroyed three cars, a fence and a carport. The day it happened the friend, who owned the tree, got smacked in the eye by a branch as they cut if off the cars, then I get injured in the eye dealing with the same tree..... could there be something amiss???
Anyway, I go back to the Doctor next Wednesday and maybe back to work in a couple of weeks. Please pray for me as well as I need all the help I can get....
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I have not ran away...
I realize it has been some time since my last entry. There are reasons that I was asked not to go into here on Schooner Creek. Let it be enough to say that my family has been through an ordeal, and we are still in need of prayers for our well being. Not everything was bad, I am happy to announce the birth of our 8th grandchild, Orrin Wayne. he arrived on 9/28 a little after 2 in the morning at 8 pounds 14 ounces. According to our son Travis, he has big feet and big blue eyes.
He is healthy with all of the right parts in the right places, momma Alex is a little worse for wear, none the less fine and dandy. Travis is pretty excited, according to him he will be an easy baby to take care of. He plans to feed him a little, water him a little and let him out in the back yard once in a while. Its OK Travis is young and he will learn.........
Other than that there is not much going on here on Schooner Creek, The days have been chilly to say the least and the wind has been......less than calm. I got out and fish a little, and found that the small mouths are active just after dark. They have not been very large, just a lot of fun.
I hope to have more this week, including some pictures of the local color, if we ever get any, it is still pretty green.
Please stay tuned....
He is healthy with all of the right parts in the right places, momma Alex is a little worse for wear, none the less fine and dandy. Travis is pretty excited, according to him he will be an easy baby to take care of. He plans to feed him a little, water him a little and let him out in the back yard once in a while. Its OK Travis is young and he will learn.........
Other than that there is not much going on here on Schooner Creek, The days have been chilly to say the least and the wind has been......less than calm. I got out and fish a little, and found that the small mouths are active just after dark. They have not been very large, just a lot of fun.
I hope to have more this week, including some pictures of the local color, if we ever get any, it is still pretty green.
Please stay tuned....
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