Monday, November 22, 2010

Gary's Outdoor Wanderings2: THE OLD LADY AND THE LITTLE BLACK DOG

 Gary's Outdoor Wanderings2: THE OLD LADY AND THE LITTLE BLACK DOG
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This is a little short story I wrote some time back.  The above link should take you to it.  My cousin in Pennsylvania asked me about it today.   I believe the parts about the flower garden reminded her of her mother who has long passed.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

TENNESSEE VIEWS & SLIDE SHOW

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Here's another slide show with music.  I wanted to try one more to assure I have the process down correctly.  It's a quick one but a bit different than the one below.  This is the second attempt at posting slides with music.  They will get better;  I promise.  Hope you enjoy.

Friday, November 19, 2010

MY WORLD; MY LIFE SLIDE SHOW

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NOTE:  The image data has been reduced greatly in order to upload the pictures with the music.  They have lost their crispness.  That's ok;  its a slide preview.  I hope you enjoy this new addition to the blog that I will use from time to time to keep things interesting.  Thanks for looking in...

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

VISIT TO THE RUINS

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We stopped at the ruins this morning for a couple hours to see how Fall is progressing.  Yes, its right on schedule.  I photographed insignificant subjects that either caught the light just right or held some small bit of beauty for me.

I also changed some internal adjustments to the exposures on this Canon 50D camera and want to see comparisons to the normal settings when I get home.



In addition to playing with the camera;  I'm gagging the weather as the day progresses to see if an overnight camp out on Calderwood Lake might be feasible.  Overall it's a beautiful, sunny, Fall day;  much different than the gloomy yesterday.


Even the dogs are happier today.  For now; I'm just playing with the camera and settings.  These digital cameras are amazing instruments, and complicated ones.  The learning curve to master the intricacies of the computer functions is a broad one.



I don't have the luxury of class room participation and analysis.  I'm doing all right with it though.  When I have a question;  I've got to work the answer out on my own.  That probably takes me ten times as long as being told what I did wrong in the first place by someone.  I usually remember better if I figure things out myself.  That's getting harder with age I'm finding out.


When I look ahead of me while moving through the woods or on the trail; the overall picture of things is evident.  But, I try to divide the overall view into quarter views.  Then the quarter view into half's or quarters again.  Sometimes I can see something that is worthy of a picture within those parameters.  Sometimes I can locate a tiny critter that would have gone unseen.  The picture below right is an example of what I mean.  A cluster of seemingly insignificant stems and leaves in the crotch of a tree normally would go unnoticed.  I saw it and the way the light was striking the leaves.  Hence;  a picture was taken.  A nice memory was created.

Photographs, to me, don't have to be monumental documentation of some earth shattering occasion.  I take a picture of anything that appears noteworthy to me.  That photograph, later when viewed, will bring back the flavor of the day and the hike, camp, canoe paddle or boat ride from that past experience.

Below is the old carriage path to the mansion that I call the ruins.
Of course;  some subjects are very important;  like those below:
He works so hard to please me.
He is a perfect wonder!   What a companion.  I truly love him.
Look how bright his eyes are and how happy he is. 
"Bring it here boy.  Good boy."
I love Shade just as much as Douglas.  It's just that Douglas has been with me since my beginnings here in Tennessee.  We go way back.  But, Shade is on equal ground when it comes to dishing out the love and affection.  "Shade;  go help Douglas."
A golden retriever and a lab are two of the best breeds a guy could have, especially together.  They work as a team and compliment each other totally.  They are fun to be with and a joy have along on walks and camps.
They are loyal and faithful, attentive to me and well mannered.  I love all dogs but, the golden and the lab breeds are, well,  just plain fun to be with.

Its a bit late to run up to Calderwood Lake.  I guess I'll just take care of some chores around the habitat where I live.  The place needs vacuumed anyhow.  Thanks for joining us today.  Stay safe and check in from time to time.  Oh, by the way;  found this little guy laying on the trail as we walked out of the forest.   It's a mole.   He was laying on his back along the road.  I sat him right side up near a nice, soft dirt bank.  I hope he's alright.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

A DREARY DAY-THANK HEAVENS FOR THE DOGS

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If the clip uploads to this site;  you can see the strength of the wind gusts when it hits my woods bag on the bench.  Also the waves are a bit on the fast side also.  Douglas, Shade and Happy are doing their happy laps after swimming.  They make me laugh.  I needed a laugh today.
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This late afternoon on the edge of Tellico Lake sort of reminds me of the canoe trip on Calderwood Lake with Douglas a few months ago.  Douglas and I paddled back up the lake toward home when a series of tremendous wind shears blasted down the canyon and into the canoe blowing us back down the lake from where we came.  That was a paddle trip I'll not soon forget.

It's late afternoon and the rain finally stopped.  The water fell continuously since nightfall yesterday.  The temperatures remain mild but, theres a strong, gusty wind that just will not relax for a moment.  The dogs needed to stretch their legs so why not just get out there;  so here we are.


I've been feeling sort of down in the dumps, so to speak, this week.  Maybe it's just that Winter is approaching.  I like Winter though especially in Tennessee.  I've got an "almost" warm place to stay, a motor boat, enduro motorcycle, a canoe and another freighter canoe on the way, a great family of dogs and a super job.  



I attribute the doldrums partly because a close friend of mine quit at the Harley Store.  He became seriously ill this summer and the malady took a toll on him I'm afraid.  I miss James very much, as does all the co-workers who shared the day with him.  That's part of it I guess.  There's a sandhill crane hunt proposal that appears to be on the way to fruition.  That disgusts me to no end.  It's senseless and needless.  None of my letters or phone calls to the state were answered.  None!  How inconsiderate!

And then there's old Sigh, the now 15 year old hound.  She may be 16 for all I know.  She sat looking at me just last night with her eyes riveted to me.  Her gray face appeared concerned and serious.  When I acknowledged her presence;  her mouth opened and a little, tiny, low short growl was emitted.  Her eyes went soft and both her front feet pronged up and down on the floor twice.  She can act like a puppy at times.

I noticed a fifth tumor had suddenly appeared on her chest.  She has carried four prominent tumors, each the size of a gulf ball on her chest all Summer.  Now, a new one has appeared.  There are three more on her stomach area just behind her front legs.  They are apparent when she rolls onto her back.  Sigh doesn't seem to mind them but, I guess I do.





I know she is on borrowed time and that realization causes a constant compression on my heart.  I try not to think of it but, I can't help it.  Will I be there when her time comes?  Will she hurt?  I know she will be frightened and confused on that terrible occasion.   All dogs are confused when the leg doesn't work or they can't arise and stand when they want.  Julia, another old hound, looked at me with terror in her eyes as she tried to stand and her back legs continually collapsed with each attempt.  It was a new experience for her and one she couldn't deal with, nor could I.  I want to be there for Sigh when her legs fail her, and they will.  I want to be with her to calm the terror that will be in her eyes by holding her muzzle in my palm and speaking softly to her while caressing her head.    Beyond that;  I don't want to think about it.

Old girl;  soft and quiet as a whisper - always.
You're named after the breath of an angel;
"Sigh"








Oh well;  the waves are lapping against the shore line and the wind is blowing harder.  I guess I'll just get the dogs and go home.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

BOATS, BIKES AND A SKUNK

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The past two days has been filled with outdoor activities.  Monday found me at the old ruins with the dogs, and later I took the Champlain, canoe, on a paddle across Tellico Lake.  Tuesday was a treat because I got to ride motorcycles with my best friends Kevin and Shaun.  I swear Kevin knows every dirt road in the Big South Fork Wilderness area.  We rode many dirt roads far back into the mountains.  I had no idea where I was at any time.  It's good to get off the asphalt and explore the countryside on roads that penetrate into the recesses of the back country.  The motorcycles we were on are particularly suited to dirt road adventuring.
Today finds the golden wonder dog, Douglas, and me on Melton Hill Lake.  I want to enjoy his company-one on one- without interference from the other dogs.  He's my boy.
There is no particular reason to be here except that the lake is here for me to be on.  And on it I am.  I'll snap off some shots of the "here and there" just because I like to take pictures.  This blog entry follows no particular theme.  It's just the mood I'm in as I write this.  All I can say is, "I love these wild places."
 There are a lot of logs and debris floating on the lake.   Trying to avoid collisions is testing my ability because I can't swerve and cut quickly for fear of tossing Douglas off the front of the boat.  Reduced speed is the only answer.  The logs float in certain areas of the lake;  quiet areas where the current is rather stagnant.  Douglas has his water legs on today and doing a stellar job of pointing the way without falling overboard.
The left hillside is usually covered with kudzu.  It's rich green color contrasts against the sky and water.  But, I noticed that someone has been attempting to kill it.  Kudzu is a tenacious plant that is, in reality, impossible to annihilate. 
One can see that the kudzu is short on this hillside.  It has been sprayed and presumably killed.  But, it is a temporary control factor only.  It will rise back up in a year or two as it has here.



This area has been sprayed this year.  The defoliated area was lush green and thick with kudzu last year.  I'll check it out in the Spring.  I bet it will be growing again.  If I had a lawn;  I'd plant kudzu and never cut it down.  It would overtake the house and I would keep the windows and door cut out only.  I've seen buildings completely covered with kudzu.  Only their outlines are visible.  It's an eerie sight to behold.


I like to wander over Melton Hill Lake, especially in the Winter time as there are practically no boats on the lake.  The extreme downstream end of the water is wild and the country side is not privately owned.  I can still beach the boat and not have to worry about upsetting some property owner.  The sounds of construction, however, can be heard far down the lake.  Progress is rapidly moving in.  A shame!
 
I think I'll find a quiet cove and drift in to shore for a rest in the sun.  I'm sure the golden dog is ready for some land sniffing.  The water is very smooth and the boat hardly rocks about at rest.  I cut the engine, and she quietly drifts up to the bank and barely touches it.  Perfect landing.
 
Douglas is really into this day.  He doesn't have his dog friends who normally join us so, he's hanging on my every lead.  But, he ranges into the woods on brief forays only to return to see what I'm up to.  I'm writing in my journal right now.  I've only got one clean page left in this notebook.  Wow!  That's fourteen notebooks I've filled up over the past six years.  I'll just write smaller.
The view across the lake is pleasant.  The Fall colors are rapidly disappearing, giving way to the cold of the advancing Winter.  Still, there are beautiful sights left to find.




If a fella just sits quiet, there's bound to be critters moving about that beg to be observed.  As I sit here arranging the photos in the camera for entry onto this blog;  I hear the distant sound of horses running.  What?  The sound is really getting closer.  Where's Douglas?  Before I can take another breath;  a huge white tail deer gallops right in front of me not twenty feet away.  He passes between me and the shoreline.  And, he is really moving.  His antlers are huge and they are misshaped.  I can only glimpse his right side but, one huge tine is bent down beside his jaw and appears to be about two inches in diameter.  He's gone in an instant.  And right behind him is Douglas!  No!  "Douglas No!"  Oh wow!  I know Douglas will not follow the deer long as he follows by sight only.  He does not have the traits or the tenacity of a hound.  When Douglas looses sight of the prey;  he quits and returns.  A hound will scent the prey and continue on relentlessly.   But, what is this?  The sound of crashing brush and more hoof beats.  I'm struggling to get the big camera out of the back pack and my hand is on it.  A second deer screeches to a halt, turns into the woods and turns again and runs full out toward the water----and the Gheenoe.  He leaps entirely over my little boat and plunges into the water.  The camera is in my hands and I turn it on.  "Come on, start."  These digital s start too slow.  The big deer is already a third of the way across the lake.  He's moving on, and he is huge.
I, at first, thought his antlers were larger.  All I could see was a blur and horns.  But, I see now he is a 6 point.  But, look how thick and high they stand on his head.  From the side;  his ears hide the two long tines protruding straight up from the back of his head.
Douglas, Douglas;  what have you done here?
Look at him.  He's beautiful and wild.  All one has to do is to look around a little bit.  And, of course see.
He's magnificent!
I couldn't believe the size of this fellow when he stepped out of the water.
Don't forget to click on the pictures to enlarge.  One or two final shots of him and he is gone like a phantom.
"Come on Douglas.  Lets go someplace where you can't get in trouble."
We pulled away from the scene of the chase and moved further down the lake.  There is a farmer's field, I remember, that touches the water and would be a good place to hang out and maybe photograph some birds.
It is very shallow here in this cove but the Gheenoe only requires six inches of water under her.  We pass a pied billed grebe.
 The Gheenoe settled in against the bank and I pulled her up onto the grass.
Douglas jumped out and comensed to search for things to chase.
I walked along with Douglas as he dodged in and out of the brush, running to the lake and back again.  I decided to strike out on my own across the field to the other side where a brush line separated the field from the water's edge.  Douglas is intelligent enough to keep track of my whereabouts and won't run off on his own.  I noticed a critter crossing the field.  Now, I have never had the opportunity to photograph one of these.  I'm glad I have a 500 mm lens on the camera.  Sure don't want to get too close.  These are dangerous.
He's a beauty alright.  The skunk appeared to have found something he liked and was settling down in a shallow depression in the ground.  He scratched and scratched at the ground trying to tear away the grass.  Possibly he knew there were some grubs or some insect just beneath the surface.


He appeared oblivious to my presence.  I advanced toward him slowly but, my feet were crunching the dry grass and each step sounded like I was walking on shredded wheat.  He didn't care.  I really don't think he realized I was approaching him.



Then he scented me and lifted his head










His scratching stopped and he watched me out of his left eye.  Funny how animals just won't turn and face you.  They turn their heads slightly left or right and watch that way.  He was very much aware of my presence now




Ok, wheres Douglas?  There you are.  Now, just stay back there boy.  Douglas hasn't seen the skunk and I want it that way.  He's involved with the brush over by the edge of the field.  The skunk and I are about fifty yards away from him.



A pretty little thing.
He's got an eye lock on me for sure.  I'm not moving a muscle and I doubt he knows what to make of me.
Oh no!  "Douglas!  NO, NO, NO, NO,  Get away!  Stop!  Douglas Sit!  Stay!  NOOOOOO! OH NO!  DAMN IT;  NO I SAID;  NOOOOO!
He picked a fine time to come to me.  He blundered right up to the skunk and lurched at it.  Skunky let him have it right in the face.
After hitting Douglas with a powerful spray of his elixir;  he ambled off toward the brush.  He didn't run;  he didn't show fear;  he simply left the scene in a dignified manner.  He has nothing to fear out here with his powerful weapons.  Douglas rolled in the grass and frothed at the mouth.  It was heart breaking to see his misery.  White froth dripped continuously from his mouth.  "Come here boy;  no wait;  don't come here."  What a situation!  I coaxed him to the lake and he instantly submerged himself in the water.  The frothing stopped.  I got his collar and checked his eyes.  They didn't appear to be watering or red.  I was releaved to know the urine of the skunk didn't hit his eyes.  That would have been serious.  I did immediately call the vet to ask what to do in case his eyes did become infected.   So, my wonderful, intelligent, magnificent golden retriever dog isn't infallible after all.   As for the skunk;  See below:
He ambled off across the field and into the brush but, he kept his weapon trained on us the whole time.
Douglas came out of the water and rolled around in the grass.  He then jumped directly onto the deck of the Gheenoe as if to say "lets get out of here."  So, we did.
So, here's the mix that takes the skunk smell off dogs.  I got this straight from the vet:
a.  wash dog thoroughly with  Dawn detergent.  (the blue color Dawn;  not green)
b.  Mix 1 table spoon vanila in 1/4 cup of baking soda and one pint of hydrogen Peroxide.
c.  Apply to the dog and leave it on him for up to 30 minutes.  Reapply as necessary.
d.  Follow up with a wash with straight Dawn.

Douglas got the treatment when we got home tonight.  I will have to keep watch on his eyes though.  The spray from a skunk will cause infection if sprayed directly into the eyes.  I hope Douglas learned a lesson.  He needs to listen to dad when dad says "NO!"

Below are some shots of our motorcycle ride into the deep unknown of Tennessee on dirt, back country roads.  There will be many adventures to come.
A road side rest
Kevin sure knows these back roads.  He was raised in these parts.
I have no clue where we are.
A man could starve out here
Desperadoes waiting for a train;  or, two bums waiting for a train.  Take your pick.
The crossing
Kevin;  where can a guy get something to eat out here?  Oh man!  And leave it to him.  He finds me a restaurant out here in this wilderness.  Funny!
We came upon an old railroad bridge with a sign that read "Burnt Bridge Park."  There was no information what so ever anywhere.  I'll have to look it up on the internet.  Nice place though.
The views were spectacular.  No humans either.  I like this gravel road traveling.
Another crossing and daring do!   Well, another crossing anyway.
And over the treacherous waterway he goes!
It was nice to be out and about with good friends.  I am usually totally alone in my wanderings but, I thoroughly enjoy the companionship of Shaun and Kevin.  I'm ready anytime they want to go motorcycle wandering.


Rough sledden.
That's about it for this edition of the meandering explorations of myself and friends, human and dog alike.  Keep an eye on the blog.  I've got some Winter surprises up my sleeve.  Remember;  always wear a life vest when on the water.