Just below this entry is the # 8 installment of Deputy Zeke McNamara. I hope you enjoy.
Things have been hopping here on Schooner Creek. The lake level is at 905 + a little. The USACE continues to drop the lake an average of about .15 of a foot every day. There is no ice on the lake where I am however I' told there is at Cape Fair and down to almost Point 10. (Aunce Creek)
Getting onto my dock at this point requires a repelling harness. I have no fishing reports to pass on. We suffered through a major ice/snow event last week and it seems that the "experts" are predicting another 10-14 inches of the white S%&...snow for Tuesday and Wednesday.
Judy and I are going to have to move, it seems that the current landlord and his mortgage company have not been getting together once a month for the payment. So the mortgage company has sent notice that the landlord is being foreclosed on. Imagine that.....
We are relocating to a nice house about 3 miles for our current one, with a nice view of the lake. I will post some pictures. Moving day is the last Saturday of the month if your interested..........You say you have an appointment to watch paint dry on that day....oh well I understand I'd come help you except Judy would not be happy with me and we all know that when the wife is unhappy no one is happy.
until next time......
Sunday, February 6, 2011
McNamara #8
The thunder rolled as lightning continued to flash across the sky. The rain seemed to be letting up. Zeke watched the cave entrance fully expecting the girl to return. Finally he rolled into his blankets and let the sound of the rain put him to sleep.
There was a faint light in the eastern sky when Zeke rolled out of his blanket. The sun was coming up in a clear sky, the storm long gone. The morning air was fresh. Zeke walked down to the river which had come up during the night and was dirty brown. One look made him think twice about using it for his coffee. He dipped some and then sat it aside to settle. He washed his face then using his fingers he combed is hair. he turned to walk back the the cave and reached down to pick up the pot. The buzz of the bullet came just before the crack of the gun. Had he not reached down to pick up the pot he would have been shot. Zeke dived for cover and saw movement towards the cliff top above the cave. He crawled to the base of the cliff where he was out of sight from above and worked his way back the cave. He took his rifle then began a slow flanking motion by duck walking along the base of the cliff until he reached a game trail that would take him to the top. Twenty minutes later found him standing were the dry gulcher had taken his shot. There was little there except the scuff marks on the rock. That was the second time he had been shot at and it was beginning to make him mad. Somebody did not what him nosing around.
"It wore a man wearing Yankee blue pants and a butternut coat with one of them little brimmed caps the solgers wear" said the girl Jude from a blackberry patch. " He didn't wait around to see ifn he hit you, he took his shot and skedaddled down the trail. He had him a horse tied down yonder a ways."
"You were here?" questioned Zeke
"I have me a place under a log to keep dry, I was a fixin to get up when I heard him a coming, I just laid here and watched. Didn't realize it was you he was sightin in, could have been a deer or somethin."
"Yeah, or somethin"
Zeke turned and began walking down the trail. He found where a horse has stood. By the looks of the bark he had been there long enough to get bored. He found fresh droppings. He checked the tracks. the left hind shoe had a cross bar in it. It left a defined track, the horse hair was sorrel in color with some white. The horse had scratched himself leaving hairs in the bark. He walked back to the top where Jude was sitting, as he walked past he said "come on, I got a bar of soap and then we can eat."
There was a faint light in the eastern sky when Zeke rolled out of his blanket. The sun was coming up in a clear sky, the storm long gone. The morning air was fresh. Zeke walked down to the river which had come up during the night and was dirty brown. One look made him think twice about using it for his coffee. He dipped some and then sat it aside to settle. He washed his face then using his fingers he combed is hair. he turned to walk back the the cave and reached down to pick up the pot. The buzz of the bullet came just before the crack of the gun. Had he not reached down to pick up the pot he would have been shot. Zeke dived for cover and saw movement towards the cliff top above the cave. He crawled to the base of the cliff where he was out of sight from above and worked his way back the cave. He took his rifle then began a slow flanking motion by duck walking along the base of the cliff until he reached a game trail that would take him to the top. Twenty minutes later found him standing were the dry gulcher had taken his shot. There was little there except the scuff marks on the rock. That was the second time he had been shot at and it was beginning to make him mad. Somebody did not what him nosing around.
"It wore a man wearing Yankee blue pants and a butternut coat with one of them little brimmed caps the solgers wear" said the girl Jude from a blackberry patch. " He didn't wait around to see ifn he hit you, he took his shot and skedaddled down the trail. He had him a horse tied down yonder a ways."
"You were here?" questioned Zeke
"I have me a place under a log to keep dry, I was a fixin to get up when I heard him a coming, I just laid here and watched. Didn't realize it was you he was sightin in, could have been a deer or somethin."
"Yeah, or somethin"
Zeke turned and began walking down the trail. He found where a horse has stood. By the looks of the bark he had been there long enough to get bored. He found fresh droppings. He checked the tracks. the left hind shoe had a cross bar in it. It left a defined track, the horse hair was sorrel in color with some white. The horse had scratched himself leaving hairs in the bark. He walked back to the top where Jude was sitting, as he walked past he said "come on, I got a bar of soap and then we can eat."
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
January 2011
Wow, it has been a while since anything was posted to this ole blog. Excuses are often weak attempts to justify laziness. In my case that is partically true. I have experience computer issues comparable to Mount St Helens and the San Francisco earthquake and fire. However, if I was more patient and less prone to blow things off I would have continued to blog.
I owe several entries in the adventures of Zeke McNamara, fishing stories and how too. I will try to do better and we we all know the road to.........is paved with good intentions.
Lots of things are going on here on Schooner Creek. Today were are suffering through one of the worst snow storms in Missouri history. According to the news we have not seen this kind of "Blizzard" conditions since 1912. Now how they know that is beyond me. In 1912, weather people relied on things like looking out a window, calling someone way west to see how thier weather was, watching animals and insects. My mom says that if you catch a flock of birds sitting on a witre or fence it means its going to rain or snow. I always figured they were just tired. Or if a catapillar has hair longer than 1/2 inch it means its going to be a bad winter. Or my favorite if you break open a persimmon seed and the center looks like a snow shovel you are in for a lot of snow. Todays weather folks have computers with applications that track a storm days in advance. They get all excited when they get to interupt your favorite show to tell you its raining 75 miles away. Not only that if it's a storm they are telling folks what to do... like "Abandon your Mobile Homes !" Seems like I've always found that if its a bad storm one of the first things that go is the electric and battery tv is just not popular.
Anyway, I am going to make an attempt to be better at this, look for the next chaper on Deputy Zeke in a day or two.
Live from Schooner Creek this is ole mikey reporting that its a snowin hard.
I owe several entries in the adventures of Zeke McNamara, fishing stories and how too. I will try to do better and we we all know the road to.........is paved with good intentions.
Lots of things are going on here on Schooner Creek. Today were are suffering through one of the worst snow storms in Missouri history. According to the news we have not seen this kind of "Blizzard" conditions since 1912. Now how they know that is beyond me. In 1912, weather people relied on things like looking out a window, calling someone way west to see how thier weather was, watching animals and insects. My mom says that if you catch a flock of birds sitting on a witre or fence it means its going to rain or snow. I always figured they were just tired. Or if a catapillar has hair longer than 1/2 inch it means its going to be a bad winter. Or my favorite if you break open a persimmon seed and the center looks like a snow shovel you are in for a lot of snow. Todays weather folks have computers with applications that track a storm days in advance. They get all excited when they get to interupt your favorite show to tell you its raining 75 miles away. Not only that if it's a storm they are telling folks what to do... like "Abandon your Mobile Homes !" Seems like I've always found that if its a bad storm one of the first things that go is the electric and battery tv is just not popular.
Anyway, I am going to make an attempt to be better at this, look for the next chaper on Deputy Zeke in a day or two.
Live from Schooner Creek this is ole mikey reporting that its a snowin hard.
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