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...
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....
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...
My outdoor adventures were done mainly on the beach where I set lobster traps off a surf board (even though I don't like lobster :unsure: ) and once saw someone taken down by a shark while doing so as the rest of us screamed and flat paddled our way back to shore. I was swimming in a pond once near the house in an area we called lovers lane and jumping off into the water by way of a truck tire on a rope on a tree branch having a blast only to learn that right below my feet was a young couple with cement blocks tied to their feet that had been killed the night before. In the Keys I got in some near misses and I can't tell you the pain of a jellyfish sting. A few other things but mostly having to do with water.
Camping to me is in an RV. :)
I hope you save all your stories for your kids because it would be a wonderful adventure for them and I hope I get to read many more myself.
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?
The first person to make it to shore had already screamed loud enough that the medical team had been called but it was too late.
We surfed in an area where there were no lifeguards but even if there had been nothing could have been done. The young man was pulled down and as he came up only once he screamed shark and disappeared for good. At that we were already moving as fast as we could towards the shoreline.
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... :)
The Byrds!! Did someone mention The Byrds?!?!?!?!?! Loved "8 Miles High"!! Oohhhh...you said birds.....the flying kind...........uuhhhh.......................never mind!
The Byrds!! Did someone mention The Byrds?!?!?!?!?! Loved "8 Miles High"!! Oohhhh...you said birds.....the flying kind...........uuhhhh.......................never mind!
Loved the story, Jonny. Thanks. :eusa_clap:
It sounds like that movie by Alfred Hitchcock.....
It sounds like that movie by Alfred Hitchcock.....
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!
When I was around 20 I dated a guy from the Aleutian Islands (Indian)..His mom gave me a native poem..I remember it was beautiful.Anyway, he has 3 Alaskan Malmuet pups that he trainned from about 5 months old to pull sleds..He started by making small sleds and added weights every other week..Our enjoyment was taking them to the park to walk them all hitched up..He had a lead pup, and switched them for equal trainning..He was a awesome person..pure as the driven snow..for me to see that at such a young age...but my memory is very vivid of them.THe dogs were awesome..
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!
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!
Johnny- I lived in the heart of Chicago,closer to the western burbs...as you know, the city is filled with folks from every part of the earth...I never even questioned how they got or chose Chicago..I can tell you tho from my memory, they lived in a small apartment in a Flat. A flat is a chicago term for several apartments in one structure.
I remember he braved the winter with ease, just like the dogs..he wore flannels all the time..
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!
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!
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ChattyKathy
You're quite the story teller. I could see it as I read it. :)
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That was a cool story, thank You Jonny!
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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...
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Be glad that the eagle didn't come swooping down and pluck it from your hand. :o That would have _really_ been an experience for you.
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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....
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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...
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I don't doubt a word of it either.
My outdoor adventures were done mainly on the beach where I set lobster traps off a surf board (even though I don't like lobster :unsure: ) and once saw someone taken down by a shark while doing so as the rest of us screamed and flat paddled our way back to shore. I was swimming in a pond once near the house in an area we called lovers lane and jumping off into the water by way of a truck tire on a rope on a tree branch having a blast only to learn that right below my feet was a young couple with cement blocks tied to their feet that had been killed the night before. In the Keys I got in some near misses and I can't tell you the pain of a jellyfish sting. A few other things but mostly having to do with water.
Camping to me is in an RV. :)
I hope you save all your stories for your kids because it would be a wonderful adventure for them and I hope I get to read many more myself.
Thanks Eagle Boy.
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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?
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He died. :(
The first person to make it to shore had already screamed loud enough that the medical team had been called but it was too late.
We surfed in an area where there were no lifeguards but even if there had been nothing could have been done. The young man was pulled down and as he came up only once he screamed shark and disappeared for good. At that we were already moving as fast as we could towards the shoreline.
We didn't set traps after that anymore.
Have to get back to work now.
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Pipes is smiling. That was GREAT Johnny. I felt like you were sitting here talking to me. "Unqualified commitment" - Ha!!!
Your kids and grandkids will love ya!
So....when ya' gonna put 'em in a book? Ya' must ya' know....for your kiddos. :) I'm sure you'll think of a clever title.
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SafariVista
That was a fun read Mr. Lingo!
I like the idea of writing for your children- that really is something!
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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... :)
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This whole world has gone to the birds.
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The Byrds!! Did someone mention The Byrds?!?!?!?!?! Loved "8 Miles High"!! Oohhhh...you said birds.....the flying kind...........uuhhhh.......................never mind!
Loved the story, Jonny. Thanks. :eusa_clap:
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It sounds like that movie by Alfred Hitchcock.....
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I felt eight miles high when that happened, and so, Yer welcome Listener...
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Suda
Great story. Please keep them coming.
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J0nny Ling0
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!
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When I was around 20 I dated a guy from the Aleutian Islands (Indian)..His mom gave me a native poem..I remember it was beautiful.Anyway, he has 3 Alaskan Malmuet pups that he trainned from about 5 months old to pull sleds..He started by making small sleds and added weights every other week..Our enjoyment was taking them to the park to walk them all hitched up..He had a lead pup, and switched them for equal trainning..He was a awesome person..pure as the driven snow..for me to see that at such a young age...but my memory is very vivid of them.THe dogs were awesome..
Your son's name is Moku..that is different.
thanks for another wonderful story.
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What an awesome experience that must have been!
Thanks for the story - very interesting read! (And you're quite a character!) :)
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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!
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Johnny- I lived in the heart of Chicago,closer to the western burbs...as you know, the city is filled with folks from every part of the earth...I never even questioned how they got or chose Chicago..I can tell you tho from my memory, they lived in a small apartment in a Flat. A flat is a chicago term for several apartments in one structure.
I remember he braved the winter with ease, just like the dogs..he wore flannels all the time..
Way to Moku:)
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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!
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