Subject: _Re: BULLAMANKA-PINHEADS Digest - 23 Dec 1999 to 24 Dec 1999 (#1999-338)_ (http://listserv.icors.org/SCRIPTS/WA-ICORS.EXE?A2=BULLAMANKA-PINHEADS;MX6b3Q ;199912250206310500) From: Michael Davidson <_[log in to unmask]_ (http://listserv.icors.org/SCRIPTS/WA-ICORS.EXE?LOGON=A2=ind9912&L=BULLAMANKA-PINHEADS&P=R21436&1=BULLAMANKA-PIN HEADS&9=A&I=-3&J=on&K=2&d=No+Match%3BMatch%3BMatches&z=4) > Reply-To: BP - "Is this the list with all the ivy haters?" Date: Sat, 25 Dec 1999 02:06:31 EST Content-Type: text/plain Parts/Attachments: _text/plain_ (http://listserv.icors.org/SCRIPTS/WA-ICORS.EXE?A3=ind9912&L=BULLAMANKA-PINHEADS&E=7bit&P=1103253&B=--&T=text/plain;%20charset=us-ascii&hea der=1) (26 lines) West Mississippi Hill country: Two days out on a primitive weapons deer hunt ; Weather the first day was miserable ; sleet and leaden skys ; the horizon is right out of Brugel ; patchy ice clinging to half frozen ground; in little or no day light It is a day of death...there is no sun dead leaf and bracken twig litter the ground under Decembers bare trees I watch brown ooze and dead grass percolate around the soul of my rubber boot and consider a worthless futurnity of mankinds soul as I transverse a shallow creek worthy of Dante and his Styx. I am lost I have been seperated from my hunting party since noon; I have an orange; and a half a canteen of water and a pull of tobacco for emergency. The light is falling fast and the only sound I hear is sleet hitting dead leaves. Two days ago my wife Belinda mentioned she was going to meet a second time a teenage couple who we had met who were about to have a baby and were to make a long story short; giving it up for adoption; when we last left off the adoption was off she would notifiey me at deer camp if there was any change . That morning had yeiled us only two deer and a large razor back that will grace the holiday table well ; we will cook it cajun style in the ground and have it for new year feast complete with homemade reisling and new potatoes in rosemary. I limped my way back to deer camp and found the handwritten note on the tent flap; It's a Girl...6lbs 15 oz Mary Stewart Davidson was born Winter Solstice (full sun) under a full moon.....come home quick......your a father .....Needless to say I'm devastated and delighted and feel blessed....Mother and Baby Mary doing well......Best Michael -- **Please remember to trim posts, as requested in the Terms of Service** To terminate puerile preservation prattling among pals and the uncoffee-ed, or to change your settings, go to: <http://listserv.icors.org/archives/bullamanka-pinheads.html>