THE
WET-HAILSTONES-IN-MY-SLEEPING-BAG-NEWS
WET-HAILSTONES-IN-MY-SLEEPING-BAG-NEWS
Monday
(Cityboys Grainger
& Reed)
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*** Leave the city with 
loaded. Four Mountainmen, 5 cityboys and the slavedriver. No room for fathers
who have to go to to (HA!) work! Up the Valley
of Truth Valley
of Beauty
loaded. Four Mountainmen, 5 cityboys and the slavedriver. No room for fathers
who have to go to to (HA!) work! Up the
Flying Knife, 2nd yr Mt
Man
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FIRST RULE OF MOUNTAIN SURVIVAL: DON’T PANIC!!!!!
Sing this Panic song over and over until the tears change to
silly giggles:
Ohhhh, I had a little
chicken and it wouldn’t’ lay and egg
So I rubbed hot water
up and down its leg
And the little chicken
hollered and the little chicken
begged
begged
And the dern little
chicken layed a hard boiled egg!
**Sundown. We were dying
of howling hunger. Then beardjaw brought out a sack as big as “Charlie”! (You don’t know who “Charlie” is? Too bad!)
stakes as big as the Tucker Board. T-boners. One for each of us. Pope them on
the fire. Then Ma Nature started spilling her whiskey up there. And it was dark
as Charlie’s cave. But we didn’t care because we had our fists wrapped around
those hot, juicy, fragrant slabs of Baba Yaga’s critters. Mashed taters and
Battery Acid too. By the time we were
licking the last of our fingertips, she was pouring down the whisky in buckets.
So we sloshed up to our lean-tos, crawled into PJs and into the sleep-bags, and
so for a long night’s snore............Eagle gave us a bugle serenade from his
Medicine Bone Lean-To as everything quieted down to heavy breathing and rain
splats and gurgles............Peace.
Rest. Good sleep...
....Then that joker with the face fuzz starts yodeling cowpoke
ballads with his GIT-tar down by the now-roaring fire! The stars were even
out!! So, boots untied, long underwear,
hats and knife (A Mountain Man is NEVER without his hat and knife!) – we sang
songs and yarned about sleeping in the snow with hot rocks, until a cloud
rolled over the crest and down on us.
Then to sleep again, this time for certain because The Drifter’s snores
were shaking the shingles on the Good Medicine Lodge.
Chattering Magpie, 4th
yr.
$$$$$$$$$$
*** Nerve Gas from the
Enemy took effect. One case of Homesickness. M.R. Everybody poured love and
tender care and reading of stories to him.
Related cases how we each felt this way once. Good chance the patient
will survive to reach manhood.
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A Cayuse” is Mexican for horse. On outlaw has his ears split then
he’s turned back out on the range because nobody can ride him.
Oh that Strawberry Roan, Oh that Strawberry
Roan
They say he’s a cayuse
that’s never been rode
The man that gets on
him is sure to be throwed
Get OFF that Strawberry
Roan! (Chorus of the 7 verse song.)
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“We fritter our lives away with detail.
Simplify! Simplify! Henry David Thoreau
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