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Sunday, May 4. 2008
These little guys, fun that they are to watch, are eating me out of house and home! Iâ€™m already ordering the food in giant bottles, direct from the manufacturer! I filled up both feeders, 32 ounces each, on Wednesday morning and by Thursday morning one was empty and the other was half full.
I had just filled the second feeder, the birdâ€™s favorite, and the females came flocking in!
The competition (and the food bill) will be awful when their little ones hatch and we have 40 instead of 12 feeding here!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hill Country Happenings at 08:05 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Friday, May 2. 2008
Our Countyâ€™s bluebonnets are still missing, but driving down to San Saba this past week to go fishing, I noticed a bunch of Bluebonnets alongside of State Highway 16, better known as The Texas Fortâ€™s Trail.
Arriving at Ted Redâ€™s house, before we went fishing, he showed me a nice stand of bluebonnets, Indian paint brushes and buttercups, next to his garden.
However at our menâ€™s prayer breakfast this morning I think I found out what happened to our bluebonnets.
One of the â€œold timersâ€ told me, â€œJon, our missing bluebonnets can be directly traced to our lack of rain from November, 2007 to March, 2008. Also, if the state mows the bluebonnets too early, before the seeds form, no flowers next year.â€ Thinking back, we were flooded out last spring and summer, but had a mini drought this past winter.
However, Iâ€™ll keep looking for the pretty little flowers anyway!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hill Country Happenings at 08:05 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Saturday, December 1. 2007
The Stump in question and its new, out of the way, resting place
In 1992, when we acquired our ranch, there was a large, old oak tree that had died the year before and we cut it down, split it up and it provided firewood for several families. The remaining stump was about 4 feet inside of the old fence and it stayed there until we decided to get us a new one.Prior to building the new fence, we had our County come out and bulldoze down the brush and small trees, and were left with a cleared strip of land along the road. Then, the fence was a snap to construct, but the stump was within 2â€™ of the new fence.
The stump remained close to the fence for 5 or 6 years until my Wife tired of having to drive around it on her inspections of the property. She said, â€œSweetheart, why donâ€™t you pull up that old stump? Itâ€™s just in the way!â€ Sounds like I had just been assigned a job.
The brain trust, Jim, with back to camera, Bob and Jon, on the right, begin planning for the stump removal. Notice the stout chain over Jon's shoulder.
Continue reading "The Stump Pulling That Started A Party"
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hill Country Happenings at 08:05 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Sunday, May 20. 2007
This is another story written by my Great Uncle, Lee Wallace. It probably happened in the mid 1920â€™s, shortly after Lee arrived in Kerrville, Texas.
Wilkerson and Wakefield
By Lee Wallace
He made this announcement: â€œMr. Wilkerson,â€ (He had always called him â€œUncle Adamâ€, but this time Charley wanted drama into his talk and conduct). â€œMr. Wilkerson, Iâ€™ve been here ten years almost. I know this ranch and your business from A to Izzard. Nobody knows them or can know them like I do Mr. Wilkerson. Youâ€™ve got to have me, you canâ€™t do without me, Mr. Wilkerson. Instead of $30 and furnished, itâ€™s $50 and furnished from here on, Mr. Wilkerson.â€
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hill Country Happenings at 08:10 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Monday, April 16. 2007
Once outside, being five years old, the first thing I did was go right up to the dog and try to play with it and it responded, not very playfully, by jumping up on my chest and biting me! Inside I ran bleeding and crying, not caring about all of the â€œwe told you soâ€™sâ€ heaped on me.
The shots saved my life, but by the third morning, I resisted the shot so bad, that before it could be administered, it took four adults to hold me down. This went on for the next eleven shots and scarred me forever. I now have a terrible case of â€œwhite frightâ€ whenever I go into a doctorâ€™s office. My blood pressure goes up twenty to thirty points and my heart rate up twenty beats or more per minute. I have fainted getting a shot in my arm.
I was laughing about this, my â€œwhite frightâ€ and my rabies shots, one day while talking to Mickey Donahoo, a softball playing buddy of mine who retired, with his wife Doris, to the Goldthwaite area shortly after I did, and he casually mentioned, â€œâ€You know, Jon, I have had rabies shots too,â€ and then began one of the most bizarre hunting stories I have ever heard!
Mickey and Doris, were spring Turkey hunting on their hunting lease outside of Ozona, Texas, crouched down in a â€œhideâ€ trying to lure a tom Turkey into range. Mickey had a shotgun and Doris her trusty .243. Mickey had been calling, soft clucks imitating a hen, with no success and they decided to move along a nearby game trail and make a new â€œhideâ€.
Walking down the game trail, hearing noise in the brush, Mickey and Doris, were shocked to see a Bobcat running down the trail toward them. Bobcats are shy, mostly nocturnal animals, but this one kept coming and was soon almost on Mickey and as the Cat closed on him, Mickey kicked it as hard as he could, under its chin, knocking it up in the air. Then the Cat surprised them both, while up in the air, before it hit the ground, it spun around and viciously attacked Mickey!
I own a big, house cat, Bo, and some times he will try to grab me around the knee and wrap his paws around my leg, playing of course, but this Bobcat meant business, attacking Mickeyâ€™s knee area, wrapping its paws around, and planting its razor sharp claws, firmly into Mickeyâ€™s leg and began biting at his knee. When going for a kill on large game, Cats will, almost always, try to disable a leg joint, slowing the animal down, before the kill. Someone famous once said, â€œIf you want to study Lions, but think it may be too dangerous, study small cats first. Cats are Cats.â€
Trying to grab the Catâ€™s throat, Mickey drops his shotgun. Afraid of hitting Mickey, Doris canâ€™t shoot the Cat with her rifle nor can she club it for the same reason. Her next choice is taking off her ball cap and whacking the Cat with it. This whacking and Mickeyâ€™s continued pressure on the Bobcatâ€™s throat forced it to let go and retreat into the brush. Mickey and Doris had dropped their guns during the melee and couldnâ€™t retrieve them in time to get off a shot.
Through his shredded pants, along with the blood, he could see, and feel, numerous puncture wounds and they both knew that he needed medical attention quick, the closest being a clinic in Ozona. Driving to the clinic and recounting the attack, they thought it strange that the Bobcat smelled like a skunk and that it had no fear of them. Rabid animals have no fear of humans!
At the clinic Mickeyâ€™s wounds were cleaned and bandaged and the Nurse told both of them, â€œBased on your allâ€™s story, the Bobcat was probably rabid and you canâ€™t take a chance, and should start rabies treatments within seventy-two hours!â€
Today, treatment for rabies consists of five shots into a muscle, which he had, just like a normal shot, but in his case, to prevent infection and assist healing, each of his, over one hundred, puncture wounds had to be injected with Gamma Globulin, a thick liquid that doesnâ€™t â€œspread outâ€ like a normal injection and is painful when injected and remains so for hours. I hate all shots, but having had one Gamma Globulin shot myself, I can only imagine what over one hundred would feel like.
Mickey and Doris have hunted big, dangerous game for years, having made eight trips to Africa after Lion, Cape Buffalo and Elephant, but the encounter with the Bobcat, and the following rabies treatment are etched forever in their memories.
Do you think Mickey has â€œwhite frightâ€ now?
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 08:53 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)
Thursday, April 12. 2007
On Wednesday, April 4, the weather forecast was for a front to come in on Friday, with a low temperature in the 40â€™s. Thursdays forecast for Saturday was for a low of 35Â°, which changed on Friday to a low of 33Â° in Waco, with freezing temperatures in the rural areas and a chance of sleet and possibly snow in northwest, Central Texas. By Saturday this possibility became a reality!
Saturday morning, during breakfast, I looked outside and noticed sleet/snow falling. At the time I thought, snow, neat! Layla and I had to go to Copperas Cove for a Grandsonâ€™s 18th birthday party and, all the way over, sleet/snow was still falling with some sticking under the trees and on plowed ground. No big deal!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hill Country Happenings at 08:24 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Saturday, March 31. 2007
This is another story from the book, "Waif Of Times", written by my Great Uncle, Lee Wallace. He was either the presiding judge or defense attorney in this case. He was know for his oratorical skills and was a self-styled poet, so I favor him being the defense attorney.
Art Sheely was prosecuted on a charge of goat theft. The main witnesses for the State, two trappers running their lines on a cold morning at sunrise, from a high cliff, swore they saw Sheely catch and kill the goat with his knife far down in the canyon below them. That about this time Sheely discovered the witnesses and ran away without the goat and that they immediately reported the matter to the sheriff, who went to the scene, found the dead goat and nearby a bloody open knife. They testified they had seen Sheely a short time before the theft with just such a knife.
At the trial, these two witnesses on cross examination admitted they had lost money as trappers, that they knew there was a standing $500.00 reward offered by the Goat Raisers Association for evidence â€˜sufficient and convictingâ€™ anyone guilty of goat theft, that they knew Sheely lived three miles away, that he was a shiftless, lazy non-working kind of fellow.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hill Country Happenings at 14:18 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)
Thursday, March 15. 2007
Ham always had a tear in his voice. He was on trial charged with assault to murder one Stark by cutting him with a knife.Placed on the stand as witness for himself and after identifications he was told by his attorney to tell the Jury everything done and said by Stark and himself to and concerning each other the day of the alleged assault. The following is Hamâ€™s direct testimony: â€œHit wuz on the 4th of July. I wuz working out at the Fair Grounds for the Fair Managers. Hit wuz just when the hosses and waggins wuz a goinâ€™ out and the automobiles wuz a cominâ€™ in. The hosses wuz scared of the automobiles. I wuz showinâ€™ the folks where to put the waggins and the hosses away from the automobiles. I had never seen that feller (indicating Stark) before. He come to where I wuz and said he heard I wuz a bad man and he said he wuz a bad man, too; and we wuz a goinâ€™ to find out right there which of us wuz the baddest. I told him somebody had told a story on me. I wuz not a bad man. I was a workinâ€™ man trying to make a livinâ€™ without stealinâ€™. About that time the sheriff come along and told him to leave me alone â€“ and he left. I did not see him anymore until I went to town after the Fair broke up.â€
â€œI worked all day. I didnâ€™t git no dinner. When the Fair broke up I started to town on foot. When I got to Town Creek, Shell Lawrence overtuck me and I got in his hack and rode to town. I got out at the bush-arbor by the side of the saloon where George Heiman had coffee and hamburgers. I hadnâ€™t had no dinner. I wuz blowinâ€™ on my coffee to cool it, and Mr. Stark come and set on the bench by me with his back to the table. He didnâ€™t say nothinâ€™. But roostered me, (indicating with his right elbow). That sloshed the hot coffee all over my hand, scalded my handâ€.
Here the witness paused and his attorney asked, â€œMr. Bailey, then what did you say or do if anything?â€ To which the witness answered, â€œI didnâ€™t say nothinâ€™. I cut his throat. I didnâ€™t have no pistol.â€
Just another case of where a fellow was hunting rabbits and squirrels and jumped a twelve-foot mountain lion.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hill Country Happenings at 14:17 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
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