Feb
20
2006
Just one of many pictures I have of one of the best experiences of my life. He and I became fast friends. It was another experience that proved two common souls need not a language from which to speak with a tongue but a kindred spirit and respect for that person or their heart of being.
The Garb I am wearing was purchased from a man whom sold it to me because “your soul is warm and heart bright”. It’s a jacket that was made 80 years ago by his grandmother and the hat was made 20 years ago. The Coat is sheep on the inside and horse on the outside. I wore it each day I hunted with great reverence and humble feelings of awe. The old man was 68 years old and still shod horses. His Eagle was his 10th Eagle and mine was 6 years old. Still young for an Eagle. At 10 years old they are usually set free. I had the awesome joy and fire of anticipation to send my “bird” 3 times. It was a feeling I have never felt nor will feel again in my life unless, I take up the old man on his offer to live with him as his son. I might meet him half way on that offer and just live with him as they move from place to place in happy harmony with nature. He said I could pick from his finest horses to ride. But for now I will have to continue to soar in my heart for our friendship. Some day I will gallop into his Ger (with his hands in the air telling me not to ride so fast into that area, “it scares the sheep and yaks” that’s another story. You will have to wait until I get the text ready and pictures sorted to see more.
no comments | tags: Eagle Hunting, friendship, Ger, Golden Eagle, Kindred Spirit, Mongolia, Nature, Raptor, soar, Story
Dec
28
2005
Without a doubt this experience and job was the most difficult experience in my life. All aspects of life, aboard the 85ft Lobster Boat are difficult. Time, weather, the sea, and the knowledge needed to stay alive don’t come easy. Nothing is easy. Only chastising oneself for being there is easy. The Lobstermen I worked with were hardy good men. They had to be. The first thing you learn is where your knife is to cut a rope if you get snagged. Endlessly making the movements of Grab the knife with your right, rope with your left, and cut. The sea is a bitch. Nice and smooth as glass or as evil and rough as a women scorn. Ruthless to the point of tears or beautifully sublime. Each time you do awaken from a slumber your muscles are sore, (painkillers are never beyond arms reach), smell of rotten fish, mind cloudy and always, your stomach is unsettled to the point of having to force feed yourself. Your fingers refuse to straighten as you try to open a Redbull. God I loathed and love it.
no comments | tags: Boat, Commercial Fishing, difficult, Gulf, knife, Lobstering, Maine, Redbull
Aug
14
2004
With the help of many, I was able to restore a rusted, straight six, ‘81 Jeep Scrambler into The Freedom Vessel: Chariot of Adventure. This Chariot not only moved its occupants through time and space, incredible landscapes, inclement weather and into broad strong friendships, but through the adventure of life.
The Jeep is an extension of my movement and philosophy through life. Confidently open to all the elements it encounters, willing to take the good with the bad, able to fix about almost anything that could go wrong, and most of all, if life got difficult, you could slam it in 4×4, lock in the hubs and hammer the gas through it. Forget the road signs of conformity; I’ll make my own road. Rollin’ on with the eyes of fire lit inside the cow skull, cigar lit, the Dead cranked above the sound of the wind and rain, living each sweet turn of the wheel – wild eyed, smiling, and enjoy in the ride.
no comments | tags: 4x4, Adventure, Chariot, cigar, Freedom, grateful dead, Jeep Scrambler, restore, rusted, skull, straight six, Vessel
Just one of many pictures I have of one of the best experiences of my life. He and I became fast friends. It was another experience that proved two common souls need not a language from which to speak with a tongue but a kindred spirit and respect for that person or their heart of being.
