Geeee - thanks. By the way, I was a foreman in a heavy construction company at the time and was surveying for future work. --------------- so I was not just wondering around the hills killing blue jays.
John
Also, when you are alone up in the high meadowland, your entertainment is quite different, as well. There were inch worms working hard to convince you they were only twigs from the nearest tree, squirrels chattering and playing, chink-pins slowly approaching (while pretending they are doing something else) and looking for handouts, and humming birds -- surprisingly, among the most vicious of the feathered species.
In a message dated 1/2/2005 3:39:55 AM Pacific Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
OK students, compare and contrast Roy Hobbs &Jeremiah Johnson.
WOW John! I've thunk on it and, you've done it. I'm at a loss but, will 'file' this description.
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Sent: January 01, 2005 20:57
Subject: Re: [TruthTalk] Jeremiah Johnson
Lance - Jeff
Although I would be described as a people person, I could live without people quite nicely. If I ever decide to write a bio, you might understand why. But , again, this is one people person who could live without them. Years ago, I spent two different summers in the high country of the California wilderness. I took a tent, clothing, a shot gun and fishing tackle (no lures, not pole). I shot blue jays ( a bird I dispise) and ate their breasts -- look likes and tastes like dove. I ran trot lines; harvested young growth cat tails (kind of looks like celery but tasts sweet) and mushrooms (taken from any growth on trees). I found wild union, asparagus. The only food I imported or had someone bring up was potatoes.
I traveled several hundred miles in wilderness (on other occasions) -- I simply fell in love with what I knew was from the hand of God. I can't go in anymore, except on horse back -- which me and the boys might just do this coming summer.
Anyway, I just felt like I understood Johnson. His anger and decision to prosecute those who had brought his family harm would have been my decision. The difference between he and I is this: the movey would have been much shorter -- ending at the first indian I attacked. Aaaahhhh hhheeemmmm !!!
If you ever meet me, I think you will see what could be a bit of the mountain man in the way I look. A "fact" that makes me think I was born much too late in history. Fantasy, I know -- but a better one no is not possible.
JD
