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Oakspear! No way! It bit your pinky off? Un-bee-lieve-able! Now I just have to wonder just what in the hell that dang bird was! Maybe it was a big old red tailed hawk or something. Or maybe an Osprey? Dunno. But that is way wild! And the sea gulls crapped on you to boot! Funny that! But, the missing pinky thing is, well just wild! Gee, how much of your pinky is gone?

It means, loosely translated that "you are hot baby!" A hot little mama! Rica is literally translated as "rich". And, why yes, I would love to indulge in a soiree'! Can we play strip poker?

Yeah DMiller, that's a nice photo and such a beautiful bridge. What bridge is that and what river? Musta been nice to see that eagle that day too!

That's purdy cool LAE. Interesting that he strayed so far from Nome I mean home! And of course, Nome is a long dang way from Aleut Land, although, there is lots of cultural mix along the western Alaskan coast. But most Alaska natives are home boys and girls...

So, she has herpes and doesn't wear panties? I didn't know that. I guess she has been somewhat "naughty"?

I'd be more than happy to be paid to go into her cell, sit her on my lap and read books to her. She was probably deprived of that when she was little ya know...

Ya know LAE, I worked two winters ago with an old and fat indian guy from up here who also used to commercial fish most of his youner life. And even though we were outside framing up walls for a building, he never wore gloves ever. And it was cold, as in between 10 and twenty above farenheit. amazing to me, for it was daggone cold. I mean, when he had a moment, into his coat pockets they would go, but as we worked, he simply had them out,working as I did, but I wore work gloves. I mean, for me, screw that! I'm wearin' gloves!

Like An Eagle, Thanks. And so, I am very curious about your Aleut friend. Where were you when you were dating him? Most natives here very rarely stray far from Alaska. Where were you two when you met him? And, my son "Moku". Well, that's not his real name. It's his "cyber name" that fits with my "Jonny Lingo, Island Boy persona....." And so, since I guess it really doesn't matter, his name is Riley. And as a matter of fact, young Riley hit a triple in today's opening Little League game, and he drove in a go ahead rbi, and then scored shortly thereafter! Way to go "Moku........!" And, thank you Chas U, for it really was pretty cool!

Well, at least the bird was after regular food and not me. But dang, like Garth said, glad he didn't grab it from my hand when I didn't know it was going to happen!

I felt eight miles high when that happened, and so, Yer welcome Listener...

"Bump"

Yeah, I always like to reminisce about my dad and the stories he used to tell us about his young life during the Depression and things that he did during WW II in the Aleutian Islands in Alaksa. But, all I have is the oral recititation to remember, and those things slip into the fog it seems. And so, I write them down so that they can be special down that Road which I will no longer be on someday. And many of the stories I have writtten incluude my kids when they were little, and that'll be spoecial to them and their kids too. It's kinda weird thinkinbg like that, because I don't pay much heed to the fact that one day I will have croaked. But, well, putting it down on paper is a good thing, I guess... I think I would like the epitaph on my grave stone to read; "Hang in there kids! 'Cause Jesus Christ is comin back!" And thank you each of you. I do like to write, and it's nice to know that what I write communicates... :)

Gee Kath. I don't know what I was thinkin when I wrote that last post as far as I don't lie, etc. I know you believe me. But anyway, sorry bout that. And so. How weird to see someone get "et" by a shark! Did the person die or just get maimed?

And ya know Chatty Kathy, I am tellin ya true. These stories are not fiction. They are true. I don't "lie on line" just to puff myself up. My life is what it is. I like the gusto, and I like living on the Edge. I love King Crab, Moose steaks, Caribou, and flying off into the Arctic Bush. And, I like The Bush. That's why I live in Alaska, the Last Frontier. I am no Jim Bridger, and I am no Hugh Glass, for, they were Americans Extroardinaire. But, I have always longed to live in the Wild Places, and here I am, in 2007. At least what is left of the Wild Places anyway...

Yeah Garth, no kiddin. And ya know, long ago when I first came up here, back in '82, a friend of mine and I were on the beach of a small island cleaning some halibut that we caught that morning. And while we were gutting the fish, an eagle shows up at the top of a tall Sitka Spruce. And this eagle watched us the entire time. And so, when we were done, I decided to try and be the "Eagle Boy" and hold a halibut head up in the air for him/her to come and grab it. And ya know, that eagle flew off his/her perch and began to circle over my head for a few minutes. An he got tighter and tighter with his circles over my head, but seemed reluctant to swoop and grab it from my hand. And so, when he circled close enough, I heaved that fish head skyward and he swooped for it and hit it with his talons, but, he missed it! And my aspirations of being "Eagle Boy" for my life were dashed upon the rocks on which that halibut head fell! But, my friend Blue, a true friend, still called me "Eagle Boy" for a while after that, because I almost fed a willing wild eagle by hand....

Thanks y'all! I copied and pasted that one to a Microsoft Word document. I write lots of stories that my kids can read after I have done took and went and gone under...

They are not farm raised, they are wild. The only "non wild" part of their existance is the brief period of time they are in our incubators as eggs and then as "alevin". And then an even briefer time in our net pens as "fry" until we release them in June. After that, they roam the ocean seas as far away as Japan in the North Pacific, and eat all of the wild stuff that God has supplied for them, just like stocks that hatch out in rivers and then go to sea. Actually, fish farming is illegal in Alaska, and we take great pride in our salmon being wild. The words "farmed fish" are anathema to most Alaskans, and particularly to we at the hatchery. But your question is perfectly a fine one to ask, fer sher! :) We have bumper stickers up here that say; "Friends Don't Let Friends Eat Farmed Fish". And, these in the video are Chum Salmon, and are also known as "Dog Salmon", their "slang name". They have been called this, because when they are mature, they have what looks like big old canine teeth right at the front part of their mouths. http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/klevis/119448736/

So. There I was in the Safeway parking lot after dropping my son Moku off for work. I had a leftover turkey drumstick wrapped in tin foil, and I thought it would be fun to feed the ravens. I love the ravens around here. They are the ultimate trash can raiders, and make bigger and more common messes than the bears do on garbage day, due to their numbers and "unqualified comittment" to getting to the garbage in the can that sits at curbside waiting for the garbage truck. I have seen streets where people had not put the bungee cords on the lids of their cans, and it looks as if vandals had come through, gleefully spreading garbage like teenagers smashing pumpkins. And, at McDonalds, they hang about the parking lot and in the trees or on the rooves of cars (crapping on them as well), waiting for someone like me who likes to throw french fries to them. And, they are BIG! Ravens are huge! They almost seem like turkeys sometimes. And the older ones are funny looking because they seem to have a "double hump" of feathers on the top of their heads that makes it look like they have two horns up there. And they are really cocky when they walk along, tilting their heads to one side as they look at you. And so, there I was, in the section of the parking lot where not many cars were parked, driving in a circle waving this half eaten drumstick up in the air like a torch bearer, taunting the ravens with such a delectable treat-the dirty cannibals. And man, they were all over it! They started circling, and from out of nowhere, there must have been thirty of 'em coming from the trees across the way, and they knew that I had a treat for them no doubt. How they figure it out so fast, I'll never know, unless God tells me. Probably have to wait for the Gathering to learn that one though. And so, I stopped driving in a circle and just held my arm with drumstick in hand straight up in the air as even more of them gathered. Some had landed on the ground but ten feet from my truck, hoping that I would throw the banquet to them, and not the others. And so, because I was impressed by the boldness of those who were so close, I tossed that drumstick over to them. And as I did so, a large number of them descended toward that drumstick laying on the asphalt of the parking lot. But, just then, they scattered like a ball of mercury being hit with a ball peen hammer! They all flew off in different directions croakin loudly, and the ones on the ground took instant flight along with those that were already airborn. And I am thinking; "What the Ph o ck? Where the hell are they going? Don't they know a genuine treat when it's given to them"? And then, just as all of the sudden, a huge white and golden brown blur flashes past my windshield as a huge bald eagle with a six foot wing span swoops down and grabs that drumstick! Yeah man! And I could hear his talons scrape the asphalt as he made his grab and then swooped back up in the sky! And I'm like; "Yeah baybee yeah!" And the ravens are like; "Fly for your lives! Fly for your lives! Let the Big Guy have it!"! And the eagle is like "Yeah, no sh i t you weasily little black sumbitches, I rule the skies around here" as he flies off in a dynamic arial display with my drumstick clutched tightly in his cruel yellow talons. And I'm still like "Whoa! That was so way cool! Thanks God for that one! Yeah!" And the guy in the truck parked fifteen feet from me was like, laughing his butt off and giving me the thumbs up! Yeah, I was literally yelling all of that at the top of my lungs. Too cool... Ya know, we see eagles every dang day here. They are more plentiful than robins in Tennessee it seems. But that incident just plain "took the cake" for me. Because sometimes, there'll be an eagle on the roof of a building, and the daggone ravens will just divebomb the crap out of them! And me and guys I am working with are like; "Come on eagle! Kick their asses! They're no match for you!" But the eagle will just take it patiently, and I have always wondered why. But today, I saw that when an eagle is serious about what he wants, those damn black bastards will scatter like you wouldn't believe, when the King of the Sky is coming at 'em with a will! Yeah, it was way cool... :)

Yeah, it is a way cool job. The next step for those little salmon is for them to be released into the sea where they can begin their four year journey that will miraculously bring them back to our fish ladder where we can harvest them, get their eggs, and start the process all over again. And, the next video this guy will do is this summer when the "returnees" from the batch four years ago show up at "harvest time" as we call it. That'll be a cool one, because, they (the salmon) will be between eight and twelve pounds! And they show up by the millions! Yeah, I love the job. I have always loved critturs, had lots of aquariums full of tropicals, locals, amphibians and reptiles ever since I was a kid. I got away from all of that during my stoner years, and then when I got in The Way, didn't mess with it much. And so now, I have a way cool job, good money, and lots of interesting things to deal with every day. In fact, today, I checked my mink trap, and there the little culprit was! The little sonzabitches steal our baby salmon all springtime long. And so, we trap 'em and take 'em at least three miles away and let 'em go so they can predate on other sources of food besides our precious crop of wee fishies... P.S. I didn't dig the tunes too much either.

Thanks Rick!

Okay. There is a guy who is a summertime temporary where I work who likes to make videos with sound. And, he made a video of a particular phase of our operations here at the salmon hatchery. This phase is of when the little salmon, after being hatched out in our incubators and their yolk sacks are used up, are then transferred to out side places. This process is what we call "ponding". Some of them go into a tanker truck and then to our seaside remote site "net pens" for further growth before release. Others go into long concrete runs called "raceways". Others go into the hold of a commercial "seine boat" for a ride to more remote net pen sites. The crew seen in the video is not what I do there. These people are known as "fish culturists". Some of them are temps, and some are permanent employees year round. Two of the more prominent workers in the video are my friends Shawn and Cody. The fat blonde kid is Hans, whom we call Hansy Baby, or, Baby Huey. My job there is to "fix the things" that get busted up. You can see that there is a lot of aluminum there, and so, there lots of aluminum welding when it comes to repairs. That's just a little of what I do. We pump millions of gallons of water through the place for the sake of the wee fishies, and there is lots of maintenance on that end as well. If any of you can turn the You Tube link into an actual "click link" then please do! And turn your sound on, because it plays kind of like a "rock video". Also, it starts out kind of dark for the purposes of "art" I guess. But it gets lighter shortly after it goes on, so be a little patient. And so, enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDUYFg-lNiI

Thanks Kathy, and thanks White Dove, and yeah, that's the Little Hero! Just look at the sweet smile on his face! By God, that story just "rent me in two". What a cool story about a huge hearted dog who gave it all to protect those kids. God bless him.....

Tiny Terrier Rescues 5 Children From Pit Bulls Wednesday, May 02, 2007 http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,269653,00.html WELLINGTON, New Zealand — This is a dog story. It's about a plucky little Jack Russell terrier named George, who stood like a giant against two marauding pit bulls and gave his own life to save five kids from the steel-trap jaws and razor-sharp teeth of the vicious attack machines. Local officials say it's also a story about the people who trained the pit bulls to kill and who may have fed the animals methamphetamines to make them even more deadly. The tragedy unfolded Sunday afternoon on New Zealand's North Island, in the town of Manaia, where a group of children — and George — were walking back from a trip to the candy store. Out of nowhere, the children told police, the two pit bulls lunged at them. One of the kids, Richard Rosewarne, 11, told the local paper that George never backed down against the pit bulls, doggedly refusing to let the them get at his little brother, 4-year-old Darryl. (Story continues below) Advertise Here Advertisements "George tried to protect us by barking and rushing at them, but they started to bite him — one on the head and the other on the back," Rosewarne said. "We ran off crying and some people saw what was happening and rescued George." It was too late, however, to save the little 9-year-old terrier. Steven Hopkinson, the veterinarian who treated George, said the dog's wounds were the worst he'd seen. Putting him down, Hopkinson said, was the only option. For Allan Gay, George's owner, the loss is especially devastating. He lives alone and George had been his faithful companion for seven of his nine years, inheriting the pup when neighbors moved away. "These two pitbulls rushed up and were going for the little boy," Gay said, choking back tears. "George went for them, it's what he would do. He didn't stand a chance, but I reckon he saved that boy from being chewed up. "If it wasn't for George, those kids would have copped it," Gay said. Gay said he had been receiving phone calls non-stop from relatives and news media since word got out about George's heroics. "The phone has been going since about half past seven this morning. Every time I hang up it rings again. It's worn out; I might have to get a new one," he said. The pit bulls, meanwhile, were found Tuesday and turned over to local officials, who said they would be destroyed. Officials also are investigating reports that the dogs could have been given methamphetamines to make them more aggressive and very unpredictable. "I understand it commonly happens in Rotorua," animal control officer Kiernan Best said. "The pitbulls I've had dealings with are naturally aggressive because of the type of people they are with," Best said. "They keep pitbulls around because they don't like visitors, and one can only presume they have something to hide, that they are into crime and drugs. "They are paranoid about officials visiting and the dog emulates the owner," Best said. Gay, meanwhile, and the kids George saved built a makeshift memorial to their hero. "George was brave," Gay said, as each of the kids held a photo of the little pup they'll never forget. "He took them on and he's not even a foot high. ... He jumped in on them, he tried to keep them off." And, he gave his life doing so. The Associate Press and Taranaki Daily News contributed to this report. This story made me cry :( There is a good picture of little George at the article sight, but I don't know how to post it. Could someone do that?

Oh. I guess I didn't even post here. I'll go away now..... :(

Oh, okay. If your daughter was eighteen or something, then I wouldn't reccomend him coming over for a visit. Because then you would have to "claw him" no doubt Mama Bear... And, he does know how to be a good boy too...