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Saturday, February 21. 2009
Knowing about this blog, a lot of folks send me some pretty neat wildlife pictures and I gather them up and post the most interesting.Â Some recent ones follow.
Clayton Gist, a Goldthwaite local, trapped two more Bobcats.Â That makes 4 he gotten this year.Â Iâ€™m sure heâ€™s a favorite of the goat and sheep ranchers!
My Daughter, Suzanne, sent me this picture of a huge 30+ point buck taken in Wisconsin, supposedly, by a 14 year old Amish boy armed with a homemade longbow!
Dave Lazor, a softball buddy, sent me this picture of a 260 pound, mountain lion, that was hit by a car, west of Aspermont, in the middle of the Texas panhandle.Â I donâ€™t know who the lucky â€˜hunterâ€™, or driver, is, but thatâ€™s some lion!
Randy Pfaff sent me this unusual picture of a big, white tail buck on ice in the middle of a river.Â Also this "shooter" snapped from his back porch.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Pictures at 08:05 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Sunday, January 4. 2009
The last couple of weeks several of my friends have sent me pictures of cats in the wild.
Dave Lazor started it with a picture of a big, mountain lion in central Washington.Â Dave and I spent a lot of time together playing senior softball and fishing for speckled trout, but heâ€™s moved back home to Washington.Â No more speck fishing but the lucky guy gets to fish for steelheads and salmon!
A local Goldthwaite man, Clayton Gist, sent me a picture of a big, 28, pound, female Bobcat he trapped the last week of December.Â This is the second big one he has trapped in the past two months.Â November 30th I posted a story, "Claytonâ€™s Bobcat" along with a picture of the cat.
Randy Pfaff followed these up with a picture of a fine, mountain lion he shot in Colorado.Â Randy was Warren Bleshâ€™s guide for the nice muley that Warren shot in November and it was pictured along with several other pictures from Randy, in "Pictures from Randy Pfaff, Outfitter, Colorado".
Mills County has a lot of sheep and goats and they draw bobcats like "flies to honey".Â We have one that lives around our place and , maybe, I'll get a shot at, or of it, this turkey/predator season?
And, we also have a lot of cattle and deer, and they draw mountain lions.Â The closest lion was killed 2 years ago about 20 miles south of my place.Â They haven't moved any closer, but who knows, maybe this year?
Continue reading "Cats"
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 08:05 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Sunday, April 22. 2007
This story has been passed down through my family for well over 100 years. I have heard it from my Dad and his Brothers and Sisters. Brinson and Fannie Bryan, who were living near Riesel, Texas, McLennan County, were my paternal Great Grandparents and their son, Peyton Bryan, was my paternal Grandfather.
The Dogs were raising a racket outside, waking Brinson Bryan and his wife, Fannie, up from a sound sleep. He figured they had a Possum or â€˜Coon treed in the large oak tree near the Hen house. Next thing he knew all eight of his kids were awake and asking him â€œPapa, what is all the racket with the Dogs.â€ Fannie was expecting their ninth, and she hoped the last, child the next month, December 1889.
Brinson slipped on his heavy clothes, it was cold for mid November, and lit a coal oil lantern. He was going to â€œchunkâ€ the â€œcoon out of the tree and not even mess with loading his .44 pistol. With all these kids around, it didnâ€™t pay to leave the old pistol loaded. He handed the lantern to his oldest son, Peyton, slipped on his boots and said to him, â€œLetâ€™s go run that varmint off.â€
Stepping outside and heading the 100 feet to the old, oak tree with the Dogs furiously barking, Peyton held the light up towards the tree and he and his Papa were rewarded by seeing two of the biggest, yellow eyes staring back at them. â€œPapa, thatâ€™s no â€˜Coon,â€ he exclaimed, as he and Brinson edged closer to the tree, plainly making out a very large cat, rather a very large Mountain Lion, crouched on a branch about eight feet off the ground.
This looked like another â€œtight spotâ€ shaping up. Brinson had had his share of â€œtight spotsâ€ in his life. Joining the Texas Rangers in 1845 he had fought Mexicans and Indians during the Mexican War. After that war he guided wagon trains to California facing more Indians, wild animals and thieves. Next was his three and a half years of service with the Confederate Army of Tennessee and experiencing some of the fiercest battles of that war. He had married Fannie in 1867 and settled into a life of farming, mule trading and raising his family.
Now, he is being stared down by a big Cat and knowing the Dogs will keep the Cat treed, he tells Peyton, â€œBoy, hold the light on the Cat while I get something to finish it off with!â€ That â€œsomethingâ€ happened to be his old Bowie knife, almost two feet of it, which he tied onto a walking stick, or Moses stick. Counting the knife and stick, his â€œlanceâ€ was nearly 6 foot long. He knew if he shot the Cat with his pistol that it would die, but not before it would leap down on he and Peyton.
As Peyton held the light, Brinson shinnied up into the tree and with one thrust shoved the knife into the Catâ€™s throat and then, with both hands, held tight to the stick as the animal thrashed about, impaled on the knife. After it was over and the Cat lay still on the ground, Brinson thought it funny that his three Dogs could tree the Lion and keep it treed, while the Lion could easily kill the Dogs and also how the light from a coal oil lantern had kept the Cat off of them.
The Dogs had apparently intercepted the Cat before it had gotten into the Hen house. It ended up a very lop sided victory for Brinson and Peyton, no Dogs or Chickens injured, just a little lost sleep.
This may have been the last Mountain Lion killed in McLennan County, Texas.
Continue reading "Treed"
Posted by Jon Bryan in Ancestry at 09:08 | Comments (2) | 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)
Monday, February 26. 2007
I have enjoyably hunted and fished for well over sixty years and have tried to pass on to my sons and daughters, now to my grandchildren, that it is not the shooting or killing, but the chance to be out of doors and enjoy all of the creatures that God has placed on our planet.
Continue reading "The Way I See Things"
Posted by Jon Bryan in Random Thoughts at 14:58 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
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