Good one Michael.  Kind of answers an old question of mine as to
whether or not anyone cares what the bear does in the woods.  I suppose
it does matter, if the story of Michael and the deer would be lost.
Now someone needs to write a story about the archeologists finding this
site and retelling the story.  Oh please have a conservator in the
story too!

Thanks Michael.  A great start to my day.

-jc

On Thursday, June 26, 2003, at 11:53  PM, [log in to unmask] wrote:

> Earthy observations
>
> It was already a steamy 90 deg by ten am ; And the morning sun
> percolated
> the Forrest canopy in in bright  pools of yellow light settling on the
>  green
> foliage and wet barks of this  semi tropical Savannah. Everything is
> wet and
> growing ; or wet and decaying ; fast.
> So fast that it seems the earth is moving literally uder your feet.
> , The dirt road getting in here was no cake walk  a sea of mud greeted
> us at
> every turn  we had to gun it" several times in the old pick up  to
> make it
> across washed out gullies and eroded hillsides in a series of
> "charges" that made
> us slide and and fish tail most of the way in here .
>
> We found the tomb all right ; a great big Victorian all in white
> marble.
> Chief Le Fleure the last great chief of the Choctaw nation buried  in
> the middle
> of a 15000 acre of what was once plantation.
>
>
> The big house was gone ;so were all the slave quarters; and as the
> chief
> doesn't quite fit the
> PC picture that all slave owners were white ;little is known about him
> outside local history and  legend
> The tomb was a mess
> Split marble columns; that once held  a 400lb carved cap that tumbled
> off an
> 6ft high base with inscription
> ........cranking the generator we set to work; with a gin pole and
> lifted the
> stone for repair
>
> Ten minuets into making the mud (lime mortar non hydraulic  ; sand
> blast sand
> 3;1 )
> also for the record
>  Cleaning Klennzestone 3:1 ) stainless pins , and some akemi for broken
> flakes.
>
> I felt a movement coming on  ; grabbed a roll of paper; announced to my
> helper with a wave of hand  I was going to study tree frogs and headed
> into the
> interior with a whistling  pace.
> Finding an appropriate place in the woods is a study unto itself. My
> dog may
> have helped me with this but she wasn't here .
> All the logs looked too  wet for sitting  or were in snake grass
> "environments
> so I settled in the strategy the  "Tree Hang".
> This Buddhist  lost art involves selecting a tree on a slight hill
> that you
> can wrap your hands around; drop trow and lean back relaxing your
> lower body .
> and put "one threw the hoop" ...so to speak..in a dignified manner.
>
> With time running out I placed my hands on said tree and assumed the
> position; and just when I started to relax ......."Crrr-rack"
> I tumbled  head over heels on my bare back side holding a rotted tree
> trunk......
> Things are not going well I thought ; zero hour is upon me......I must
> act
> and act fast
> I struggled up the hill still holding part of the rotted trunk as a
> trophy
> and then  found a surrogate tree of some stability, and then quickly
> repeated
> the procedure  and let one fly.
> ...relief.... wow .
> Just then I heard footsteps; I still had to go but who could it be?
> I was scared to move as I had to go again when just then  rounding the
> corner
> a 250lb white tail 8 point buck with the fuzz still on the horns was
> little
> more than 15 ft away..
> He nibbled and ate raised his head and listened; then back down to
> nibble and
> eat,
> What beauty,what grace surely he can see me (or at least smell me) ..my
> stomach growled
> .no time to wait......I let a nother one fly
>
>       The ears shot up on the big white tail ; he looked at me with
> disdain
> and bounded off into the wild ...and just as I was getting into the
> hang of it
> .  Michael
>
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