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2. DOWNTOWN CALENDAR Take a look at what’s happening in Sandpoint 4. THE MOOSE ARE STILL LOOSE An annual reminder about what (not) to do when the wildlife come to town. 5. IDAHO HIX What might Idaho’s new Health Insurance Exchanges look like? THE DEVIL’S IN THE DETAILS 6. WHAT’S IN STORE WITH A LA NADA WINTER? When winter forecasting offers no hard details, it’s pessimism to the rescue. 7. MANY VETERANS UNAWARE OF AVAILABLE BENEFITS Now is a good time to review what you’re entitled to. VETERANS’ NEWS 8. END OF YEAR REMINDERS Matt has a few “don’t forgets,” plus some tips for getting a dog out of an animal trap. THE GAME TRAIL
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ENTER THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF BIRDING Mike offers tips on the best gifts for a would-be birder. A BIRD IN HAND A NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION Kathy’s Faith Walk leads her to prayer. KATHY’S FAITH WALK
6 12. INVASIVE SPECIES PART OF ENERGY AGENDA Idaho takes a more inclusive look at energy issues. A SEAT IN THE HOUSE 13. SETTING THE SCENE Holiday poetry and the power of nature. THE SCENIC ROUTE 14. THE PHANTOM FISHERMAN A ghostly presence on Lake Pend Oreille. VALLEY OF SHADOWS 15. BEFORE FORT The Fortean way of thinking predated its namesake. SURREALIST RESEARCH BUREAU 16. OBITUARIES 17. ON THE FUNNY FARM Jinx demonstrates she is a product of her roots. JINX 18. THE HAIR Boots made it out of childhood, but just barely. FROM THE MOUTH OF THE RIVER 20. WHAT HAPPENED TO MY GARLIC? A cautionary tale about getting too much of what you want. 21. ONE LAST PRAYER Just in case we’re not here after the Solstice. SCOTT CLAWSON
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14 Cover Photo: Tyler and Keira enjoy an early December snowfall in Clark Fork. Photo by Trish Gannon
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The Moose are (still) Loose
My grandson Tristan had just headed out the front door to go play in the new snowfall when suddenly, he burst back into the house. “I’m not playing outside,” he said flatly. “There’s a big moose out there.” Sure enough, when my daughter stepped out her front door right in the heart of Sandpoint, a large cow moose was munching contentedly on her landscaping. It happens every year, and it’s not just moose in Sandpoint. In late November, I surprised a cow elk at the end of my in-town, Clark Fork driveway, and deer are as much a nuisance to many local residents as are raccoons, skunks or squirrels. I haven’t heard of a lot of bears in the middle of town, but they certainly appear on the outskirts, and there are those who have spotted cougar tracks quite close to residential areas (though I haven’t heard of an actual cougar-spotting yet.) We live in an area of abundant wildlife, and as more and more
homes are built in areas where formerly only the wildlife lived, the boundaries between residential and wildland are blurring enough that even the wildlife no longer recognize them. It should be noted that while many of those who live here are excited at this proximity to wildlife, there are those who are much less enthralled. A friend of my mother’s, now in her 90s, slow-moving and not quite steady on her pins, confided in me that she dreads the times the moose appear in her Boyer Avenue, Sandpoint yard, as she’s no longer agile enough to respond should she need to. And she might need to, because the operative part of the word wildlife is wild No matter how common it might be to see wild animals in town, they really aren’t your family pet. Unfortunately, there are a number of residents who become over-excited at wildlife in their or their neighbors’ yards. Facebook fills with pictures of the
critters, and sometimes local moose travel through town with a paparazzi entourage that might lead one to think George Clooney is visiting. Can we say how stupid this is? Of course, we say it every year and it doesn’t seem to make a dent in the wildlife stalkers out there, but chasing a moose through the city streets is really not a good idea. One day, someone is going to panic a moose that’s then going to trample some little kid out playing in his yard, and then the lawsuits will be filed while some poor family tries to pick up what might be tragic pieces of a young child’s close-up encounter with wildlife. In the interest of prevention, therefore, let us reiterate a few pointers about how to live with wildlife without becoming a total idiot. First, leave them alone. If you must have a photo (and I have taken more than a few of them myself), use the zoom feature on your camera and don’t get
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close enough that the animal notices you are there. If the animal moves away, it’s likely you have disturbed it. Don’t compound the error by chasing it (either on foot or in a car) and potentially getting the animal really riled up. Second, don’t feed them. It’s quite likely that you have no idea of what constitutes a suitable diet for wildlife and will do more harm than good. In fact, even if you feed the right food, you’re not going to do any good. You’re helping to habituate wild animals to being around human habitation, which often leads to their death anyway. As our own Fish & Game officer Matt Haag put it to me, “as cruel as it sounds life is a bitch and the natural cycle of things is really important. While it may feel good to ‘rescue’ a animal it really has no impact on the total health of a population unless it’s an endangered species.” Death—including death from starvation in a harsh winter—is part of the reality for wild animals. If it helps, sing that Elton John song from “The Lion King” about the circle of life. Third—keep your dogs inside or otherwise prevent them from chasing the animal. Not only will this help prevent an accident due to a panicked moose, it might also save your dog’s life. Because no matter how big and bad your dog might be, they’re not likely to be a match for an animal that can weigh as much as a full size pickup truck. Fourth—If you see an injured animal or what you think is an abandoned youngster, report it to the proper authorities. Call either the Fish and Game office, or the local sheriff for your area. (Do the same if you witness any wildlife in a residential area that’s behaving aggressively.) Whatever you do, do not attempt to take care of the situation yourself. Matt said, “Yes, and remind folks that they are not allowed to pick up wildlife animals. Possession is a misdemeanor if they harbor wildlife.” In the Sagle area, Dorie McIssac is licensed as a rehabber for injured/ abandoned wildlife (http://mysticfarm.com), and cares primarily for the ungulates (deer, elk and moose). In the Clark Fork area, Kathleen with American Heritage Wildlife Foundation (www.ahwf.org) can rehab small animals and birds. A great benefit to living in this area is its resident wildlife—do your part to keep them wild. -Trish Gannon
The Devil’s in the Details
Idaho HIX
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Obamacare (ACA or Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act) is here to stay, thanks to the President’s reelection. It’s a certainty that the law will be phased in by 2014, and everything will change. One important part of Obamacare are the Health Insurance Exchanges or HIX, also known as American Health Benefits Exchanges. An exchange is a set of state-regulated and standardized health care plans, from which you may purchase health insurance eligible for federal subsidies. The policies will still be offered by private insurance companies, who will be allowed to participate in the exchanges if their policies conform to regulations. All state exchanges must be fully certified and operational by January 1, 2014, otherwise the federal government will step in and create an exchange. Individuals within income range between 133 percent and 400 percent of the federal poverty level are able to receive federal subsidies in the form of tax credits to purchase this insurance. The insurance exchanges will shift a greater amount of financial risk to the insurers, but will help to share the cost of that risk among a larger pool of insured individuals. Massachusetts, Utah and New York had exchanges up and running before the PPACA was passed. Texas and California have failed exchanges. Major requirements affecting insurers in the individual exchanges: 1. Guaranteed issue: The ACA’s prohibition on denying coverage for preexisting conditions will begin in 2014. Until that time, the ACA provides funds for state-run high-risk pools for those with previously existing conditions. 2. Limit to price variations: prices will
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vary based on four factors (including age and smoking) and not beyond a total factor of approximately 10 3. Plans will be offered in four comparable tiers ranging from bronze to platinum with limited out of pocket expenses 4. Strict regulations on rescission 5. Lifetime and annual limits eliminated Idaho’s legislature voted 50-15 to reallocate federal funds which had been intended for use in creating Idaho’s HIX. States creating their own exchanges will have some discretion to set the essential benefits that must be provided by insurers. States without HIXs will be subject to a federally administered HIX. So far Idaho does not plan to create its own HIX. On Oct 26 2012, Governor Otter’s 13-member health insurance exchange working group said Idaho should pursue a state-based health insurance exchange for 2014. Governor Otter did not comment on the situation before the election.
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What Will Winter Bring?
“La Nada” Leaves Winter Weather Forecasting in the Lurch
For those asking, “Where’s our winter?” the answer came in the first week of December as valley locations in North Idaho and western Montana received their first significant snowfall totals, followed by below freezing temperatures. Winter—at least, a typical winter weather pattern for our location— came late, but will it stay? What’s the prognosis for the next few months? The answer from the experts at NOAA’s National Weather Service Climate Prediction Centers is... we’re not totally sure. Or in their own words, there’s “a high degree of uncertainty... .” Not that long-range predictions of weather are ever totally sure, but this year the predictive models are shaping up to be more difficult than most. As Paul Hutter, a weatherman for Minnesota’s National Public Radio puts it, “There just isn’t any clear, distinct trend or data to hang your weather hat on this winter.” Part of the problem is a shape-shifting El Nino. Mike Halpert, Deputy Director at NOAA’s Climate Prediction Center, tells us this winter season is “totally unique in the 63 years we’ve been keeping statistics on El Nino. Never before has an El Nino event begun to form in July and August, then quit in mid-September.” For those who’ve forgotten, sea surface temperatures in the equatorial
Pacific Ocean are major drivers for winter weather in the U.S. and across the globe. Unusually warm ocean temperatures, called El Nino, tend to drive warmer, drier winters in our piece of the global real estate. The opposite, La Nina, is a major cause of colder, wetter winters in our region—La Nina conditions have prevailed in the past two winter seasons. Currently, a transition to El Nino conditions is stalled, and we’re in what NOAA calls an El Nino Southern Oscillation-neutral status, (more colorfully called a “La Nada”) which is expected to continue through next year. What that means for weather is that Pacific ocean temperatures are not expected to have, in our region, any change-inducing impact—our winter, in terms of temperature and precipitation, will be roughly average, with actual weather driven by other climate factors which have only short-term predictive ability. “Idaho should have the best chance at being normal in the rain and snow department, but temperatures should end up below normal,” is the winter forecast from neoweather.com, whereas the National Park Service (http://www. nps.gov/klse/naturescience/weatherstatistics.htm) is guessing our winter will be both colder and wetter than normal.
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This is the guess from local weather expert Cliff Harris, as well, whose weather website (longrangeweather.com) is currently predicting a slightly colder and wetter winter season as well. The North Atlantic Oscillation is showing signs of going negative, which brings cold air down from Canada into the U.S., and if it does, chances are good for typical winter weather through Christmas. But the NAO fluctuates quite a bit, and is therefore generally only good for predicting weather trends a couple of weeks out. If it flips positive toward the end of the month, we might well usher in the new year with unseasonably warm temperatures. Harris is predicting the coldest weather for our area will fall during the full moon cycles (near the end of each month Dec-Mar) of the next couple months, with the heaviest periods of rain and snow during the middle and end of those months. Forecasts on Harris’ website for Sandpoint in the first quarter of 2013 follow this pattern, though the difference from normal is slight, with temperatures no more than a degree or two below normal, and snowfall no more than an inch or two above normal. Weather stations for Bonners Ferry, Cabinet Gorge, and Trout Creek (Montana) are similar, with just a bit more snow at Cabinet Gorge and Trout Creek. My own prediction for this winter’s weather, which is based on a completely non-scientific, pessimistic outlook, is for snowfall to come in periodic, massive dumps—as opposed to small, regular amounts—because this adds excitement to the winter plowing/snowblowing regime. Expect that snow to be fairly wet, at least at lower elevations, because that makes it more difficult to move. I don’t look for long, sustained cold spells, but I do expect the weather to be cold enough to deplete my woodpile long before winter is over, despite the fact that my wood pantry currently looks sufficiently full. Finally, my memory insists that we had much more wind this year than normal, so I expect that trend (whether it actually exists or not) to continue—mostly because I don’t like wind. In a few months, we’ll know how well pessimism stands up next to science. Until then—bundle up!
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Veterans’ News Gil Beyer
Well the 2012 elections are over and for approximately the next 16 months we probably won’t be inundated with radio and TV ads telling us, “Elect Me—my opponent is a rotten SOB who hates his (or her) mother and this country.” In my opinion the entire veteran’s community scored a huge win on November 6. The results of the 2012 election pretty much guarantees that the VA will continue to be adequately funded—not ignored as in the Ryan Budget—for the next two years at least and that significant inroads will be made into the daunting task of reducing the tremendous backlog of claims brought on by a decade of war. As a nation we owe a great debt to a very small percentage of the nation’s population. These men and women have sacrificed much and have earned the vast majority’s eternal gratitude. The majority should be ecstatic to repay these heroes with very small sacrifices of their own rather than complaining about the ‘gifts’ these veterans are being given. It’s not a ‘gift’ if it has been prepaid in pain and blood. In last month’s article I urged all veterans to break out their DD-214s and contact the local VA Clinic in Ponderay. I recently called the clinic (208 263 0450) and was gratified to hear that maybe—just maybe—somebody actually read the piece and followed my suggestion. The lady I talked to seemed to think that there may have a been an uptick in calls asking for information and/or appointments to be evaluated and referred to the Spokane VA Medical Center for the multitude of services they offer. She really made me feel good by thanking me for writing that piece. Not everyone appreciates my efforts in trying to get information out to our community. Earlier in November I received a call from an individual that suggested that I stop writing my “liberal B#**Sand@t” and focus on writing stuff for veterans. That confused me as I thought that was what I was doing. For several months I’ve been trying to make it clear that while the GOP is very fond of creating wars they have very little stomach for paying for the consequences—like meeting the needs of the veterans those wars create. Then I remembered a quote from President Truman. He had been told that he was giving people hell. His response to these charges was, “I never did give anybody
Veterans Unaware of Available Benefits hell. I just told the truth and they thought it was hell.” If half of our current crop of elected officials throughout the country had half the guts that Harry S. Truman had we wouldn’t be in this mess of gridlocked government, divisive politics and a complete lack of civil discourse between the two sides. We also need our elected law-makers to tell Nordquist that his signed pledges are worthless in today’s fiscal environment. If that is not as ‘Politically Correct’ as you’d like I’m sorry, but the truth can sometimes be very painful. Recently I read an article written by Chris Adams for the McClatchy-Tribune. This piece was based on an analysis of the Department of Veterans Affairs 2010 National Survey of Veterans. In the article, Mr. Adams quotes Joseph Curtain, the newly appointed VA’s Director of Outreach, who said, “We want to accept them into the VA. We want to help them.” Apparently Mr. Curtain wasn’t just talking about post 9/11 veterans. The analysis covers all veterans from December 1941 through the Afghan/Iraq Wars of September 2001 to the present. Please visit the website (at http://tinyurl. com/bqydrd2 ) to view the graph that accompanied the article. It clearly shows that over 60 percent of WWII veterans have only a little or no knowledge of the benefits to which they are entitled. The percentage is even worse for Korean and Vietnam era veterans. The level of understanding doesn’t even go much over 40 percent for veterans of the first Gulf Wars and nobody goes over 35 percent
when it comes to knowledge of the insurance benefits they may have. After looking over this graph I highly recommend that veterans of all ages visit the VA website at www.va.gov. The website is easily navigated and will give you a tremendous amount of information very quickly. If you do not have access to a computer you could give the VA clinic in Ponderay a call and ask if they have the latest copy of the Rights and Benefits booklet issued by the VA. The last time I was over there they had several copies on hand. I’ll close this month’s piece with a little more “Liberal B#**Sand@t”. The election is OVER and rationality won out over the lies, distortions, half truths, obfuscations, delusional thought and misdirection spewed by talk radio and Fox. If one must blame someone for these losses, please take a look in a mirror. If one wished, they could even start to listen to the more rational voices now being faintly heard among GOP moderates—a previously endangered species. The Party of Angry, Old White Men is growing smaller daily, mostly through sheer attrition. The world is changing rapidly and it is time for this fact to be accepted. It is time for the voters to cast their ballots in their own best interests and not be tied to the party designation following the candidate’s name. I wish everyone a great Holiday Season and a healthy, prosperous New Year. I ask everyone to recognize that our veterans are the primary reason that we have all the blessings that we enjoy in this country. Give a big “thank you” to every veteran you meet.
From all of us to all of you: May you experience the joy of Christmas through the eyes of a child.
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The Game Trail Matt Haag
The snow on the mountaintops, along with the billowing smoke rising from chimneys across the county, signal that it is that time of year to get that snowplow attached, dust off the shovels, and the end of hunting seasons. I hope you all had a chance to get out and do some hunting if that’s your thing, and I especially hope you had some luck putting meat in your freezer. Your local wardens had a busy season as you can imagine, running from call to call and sometimes playing the role of friendly outdoor referee. Unfortunately, there is a small percentage of people who don’t like to play by the rules and steal the wildlife from you, a citizen of Idaho. Thanks to all the people who made that call to report these scumbags, it helps us immensely. I have some end of the year reminders out there for you so bear with me as I jump from topic to topic. Your hunting and fishing license is no good on January 1st, 2013. If you like to fish or duck hunt, be sure to pick up your new license before that time. I really hate checking people in the field who have forgotten to pick up their new license. Now, for those doing some Christmas shopping who need ideas, purchase a license for your loved one and stick it in the stocking. They will be ready to go for the next year! If you are a duck hunter, your Federal duck stamp is good through the end of the waterfowl season in January, just be sure to have that stamp attached to your 2012 license accompanied with your 2013 license and you will be good to go! With hunting seasons coming to
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end, I would like to remind all successful hunters to properly dispose of their animal carcasses. It’s an extremely busy time for your local conservation officers, but much of our limited and valuable time continues to be wasted by inconsiderate hunters. Dumping fleshed out game carcasses is not only illegal (littering), it is also inconsiderate of nearby residents and reflects poorly on all hunters. The practice also distracts already short-handed conservation officers from real poaching cases. Please properly dispose of your carcass by taking it to the transfer station, or dispose of it the woods away from roads, private property, and waterways. Every elk, deer, and antelope hunter is required to complete a Mandatory Hunt Report within 10 days of harvest or within 10 days of the end of the hunt in which the tag was good for. The easiest way to complete this is to go to our webpage and complete the form—it takes three minutes. If you don’t have internet access, you can call our Regional Office and have the office staff complete the report over the phone, or you could visit your local library. These mandatory reports are extremely important in making management decisions in the future, so please take the time to complete them. Trapping season has started for most of the fur-bearing critters with the exception of bobcat , which has an opening date of Dec 14, and will run through March 31. There are a lot of myths out there about what happens to animals in a trap and there are some legitimate concerns for pet owners. It is the responsibility of a pet owner to keep their dogs from roaming the countryside and it is the responsibility of trappers to be legal and conscientious about their trap placement. Trapping is a highly regulated activity to ensure public safety and
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integrity of the activity. Most trappers I know are very concerned with not trapping people’s pets and following the regulations. If for some reason your dog gets trapped in foothold trap (which I have only seen twice in my 12 year career), follow these simple recommendations. Remember, these traps are designed to capture the target animal by the foot and hold it alive until the trapper arrives to remove it. The trap does not crush the bone or do any serious damage to the animal structurally. The foothold trap most likely to be encountered is the coil spring foothold trap. Accidental capture in such a trap with a quick release is not life-threatening. However, the longer the dog remains in the trap, the greater the chances of permanent damage and serious complications. Secure your dog by pinning it to the ground or holding it in an upright position. Depending on the individual, the size of the trap, and the size of the dog, you may be able to grab both levers with your fingers and, using the palms of your hands, stabilize the bottom of the trap or base plate. Pull the levers of the trap toward you with your fingers using one continuous motion. This will release the pressure on the jaws of the trap enough for the dog to pull its foot free or to allow the foot to fall out from between the jaws of the trap. The trap jaws do not have to be completely opened for the dog to free its foot. If you can’t get the dog’s paw of out the trap, try to remove the trap from the stake in the ground and carry the dog with the trap on its foot to someone who can help. On behalf of the IDFG Sandpoint District Conservation Officers, we wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and a safe and prosperous New Year. Leave No Child Inside
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A Bird in Hand Michael Turnlund
Birding is an addictive and rewarding pastime. Perhaps you’ve been on the edge, thinking of taking that next step of actually becoming and, dare I say it, admitting you are a birder? “Yes, world, I am a birder and I am proud!” Well, to help you out of the closet, let me introduce you to the two most important tools you’ll need for this engaging hobby: a pair of binoculars and a bird guide. I write to you as one amateur birder to another. No, I never got to attend the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, nor have I ever been able to stalk the elusive Junin Rail in the Peruvian Andes or fly an ultralight airplane with the Whooping Cranes. But I can wax endlessly on the wonders of chickadees and, yes, I do find bird songs to be more interesting than anything that I can download onto my ipod. What can I say? Birds rock! Well, Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat (hey, have we ever talked about geese? Geese are fascinating and…well, maybe later…) and there is not a better time than now to jump into the world of birding. If you find it over the top to buy yourself some presents this Christmas, let’s discuss dropping some serious hints to those folks who will buy you a present… or two: binoculars first and bird guides second. Binoculars are really just a pair of telescopes connected together. They come in all shapes and sizes and to a certain point any pair of binoculars is better than no binoculars. In other words, as binoculars really are essential for effective bird watching, any pair will do. But if you were to go out to purchase a pair for the implicit intent of using it for birding, which pair should you buy? The big ones or the little ones? The long ones or the short ones? To answer that we need to first
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decipher the multiplication problem with which manufacturers use to determine the size and power of binoculars, e.g. 7 x 35 (and no, the answer Is not 245!). The first number refers to the magnification power of the lenses within the binocular: the higher the number, the stronger the magnification. For example, a 7 x 35 has less magnification power than a 10 x 35. And while more magnification is better than less, too much magnification can be a problem. Powerful binoculars are difficult to wield effectively in hand and require a tripod to keep steady. So, typically, most birders avoid these heavyduty units unless they are going to be viewing birds from a stand or a blind. And they are torture to lug through the field and over trails. So what magnification level is the best compromise? To answer that question, we need to also examine the second number of the equation. The second number relates to the light-gathering ability of the binoculars. By nature, larger binoculars allow more light to enter the eyes, whereas smaller binoculars allow less. Subsequently, smaller binoculars might work fine during the middle of the day, but are almost worthless in low-light conditions, such as dawn or dusk or in the shadows of the forest. You can’t win for losing! As I bring these things into focus and as you can now clearly see (yes, that was a pun), the ideal binoculars for bird watching is a compromise. Too big means too unwieldy, too small means too limited in usefulness. So what are the magic numbers? For me, I prefer 10 x 40 or 10 x 50. Lady birders (called “chicks” in the biz... just kidding) will also find them to be not too uncomfortable to carry. On the other hand, selecting the right birding guide is a bit more complicated. There are so many choices it become
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overwhelming. So, as they say in the film industry, let’s cut to the chase and look at the most important decision: photo-based or drawing-based guides? Which is best? To many novice birders the most logical choice in bird guides is one that uses photographs. Why not use photographs of the actual species? Because, logically, isn’t that what the birds look like? While this sounds intuitive, I would strongly disagree. I much prefer drawings over actual photographs. Why? Because photographs are surprisingly less useful; they show a representative of the species in mind, but they only illustrate that representative. Birds are surprisingly individualistic in coloration, etc.; they are not clones! This is why I prefer drawings that indicate what field marks to look for. In bird identification, field marks are everything. A field mark is a unique coloration, marking, or some other indicator that is unique to that species. For example, the white rump patch on the Northern Harrier is a definitive field mark. If you see a medium-sized raptor soaring above the landscape and you notice that it has a white rump patch, you have just definitively identified the Northern Harrier, because only the Northern Harrier has this coloration. B am! That easy. What is my favorite birding guide? Anymore I only use the Sibley Guide. This guide is the one that I’ve had to replace as I wear out copies— all my other guides are collecting dust on the shelf (and I got a lot of ‘em!). I hope that I’ve been helpful for any of you newly-fledged birders out there. From my field of view, you now know what binoculars to invest in. And I’ve shared with you the field marks of the best birding guide. That being said, I wish you a merry Christmas and…wait for it…Happy Birding!
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Kathy’s Faith Walk Kathy Osborne
The United States of America was anchored on the basic foundations of religion and morality. There will be those who argue against this because they choose to ignore the presence of God in the formation of this country. But one only need read the Fundamental Orders of Connecticut, or the Connecticut Constitution, to see otherwise. It called for “an orderly and decent government according to God” in attempts to pursue “The liberty and purity of the gospel of our Lord Jesus.” Morals. It is pretty hard to argue with that truth. The character of the Creator found in the Holy Bible is the basis for those morals. The Bible defines the right and wrong our Founding Fathers, in all their imperfection, knew we would need in order to maintain a healthy Republic. In fact they understood “…Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” John Adams. They turned out to be quite right and I am grieved that I lived to see the day when Americans would not only flaunt their freedom to deny God His rightful place, but encourage others to do the same. Benjamin Franklin understood the most how fragile an institution this Republic would be and in fact, already showed signs in the Assembly. At one point he stood and said “In this situation of this Assembly, groping as it were in the dark to find political truth, and scarce able to distinguish it when presented to us, how has it happened, Sir, that we have not hitherto once thought of humbly applying to the Father of lights to illuminate our understandings? In the beginning of the Contest with G. Britain, when we were sensible of danger we had daily prayer in this room for the divine protection. Our prayers, Sir, were heard,
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& they were graciously answered. All of us who were engaged in the struggle must have observed frequent instances of a superintending providence in our favor. To that kind providence we owe this happy opportunity of consulting in peace on the means of establishing our future national felicity. And have we now forgotten that powerful friend? Or do we imagine that we no longer need his assistance? I have lived, Sir, a long time, and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth—that God Governs in the affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without his notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid? We have been assured, Sir, in the sacred writings, that “except the Lord build the House they labour in vain that build it.” I firmly believe this; and I also believe that without his concurring aid we shall succeed in this political building no better, than the Builders of Babel: We shall be divided by our little partial local interests; our projects will be confounded, and we ourselves shall become a reproach and bye word down to future ages. And what is worse, mankind may hereafter from this unfortunate instance, despair of establishing Governments by Human wisdom and leave it to chance, war and conquest. I therefore beg leave to movethat henceforth prayers imploring the assistance of Heaven, and its blessings on our deliberations, be held in this Assembly every morning before we proceed to business, and that one or more of the Clergy of this City be requested to officiate in that Service.” Many have sought to convince us that our Founding Fathers were not men of faith. The people who speak such reports do in fact lie on this count. Does Franklin sound like a man who believed God simply set this universe in motion
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and walked away? Hardly. We would all do well to study what history tells us about these men rather than succumb to the bumbling historical pillaging of the politically correct. What happens when the people begin to understand that the Constitution of the United States actually gives them the freedom to choose to live immorally? And what happens when the majority of the people, including the leadership, choose to live immorally? Franklin was right. You get what we have today: “…confounded projects, a reproach and bye word down to future ages.” We murder each other including the unborn. We do not take care of the widows and the orphans as we ought but rather look to the government to do so. We worship creation rather than the Creator, giving our homage to football players, actors, musicians, and men who claim to bring change but fail to base that change on a grounded faith in Jesus Christ. All of these idols are clouds claiming to bring rain to our parched land and deliver nothing. We have brought this on ourselves and since God brought this empire into being, as evidenced by the testimony of our Fathers, He will not stand idly by as we take for granted His blessing and deny His existence in the same breath. Our national leadership has left God far behind and is proud to have done so. Such arrogance has already born its fruit. However... the Bible gives Christ Followers a ray of hope even in these difficult times. When King Solomon finished building the Temple of God he prayed over it, asking God to bless it. But Solomon understood that people have a natural tendency to disobey God. To that end God came to Solomon and said that when the people sinned, and they would, and God would bring judgment on the land because of it, they would have a choice. “… I have heard your prayer, and have chosen this place to myself for a house of sacrifice. If I shut up heaven that there be no rain, or if I command the locusts to devour the land, or if I send pestilence among my people; If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7: 13-14 Prayer for this nation... now THAT is a New Years Resolution. You may write to Kathy Osborne at osborne122@yahoo.com
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The Hawk’s Nest Ernie Hawks
In the season of giving what is the best present
one can give? Linda gave me the best birthday present I have ever received. I didn’t see it coming yet Ana knew, as did several others. You know the old saying, “The spouse is the last to know.” It was still early morning and she said “Happy Birthday.” I said thanks and started to drift off again when she said “I took a vacation day today—I’m staying home.” She hadn’t made any plans for us. She just stayed home—to be with me. It was the best birthday present I have ever received. Oh, there were some pants and a pair of shoes, both of which I need/want and I will think of her when I use them. And not forgotten is the special bottle of single malt, but that is stuff; wonderful stuff, but stuff. It is terrific, but more importantly, what she gave me was a day with her. She stayed home away from her work, where she has plenty to do. Yet she took a day away from that, without any agenda—no plans for my birthday—just to give me a day, a day of presence. Her workload wasn’t taken over by anyone else, it would still be waiting for her the following day, and yet she chose to “give“ me a day. Not knowing she was going to be home, I also had plans and chose to change them... my gift to me. I turned 65. Years ago I thought 65 was old. Old looked like someone sitting in a rocker watching TV, saying they couldn’t do this or that because they were too old. I don’t feel old in that way. A few weeks ago I finished a 7-day hike mostly over 10,000 feet. When it was over,
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What is a Gift? I was tired and very, very invigorated. Ready to plan the next hike. That is not why I don’t feel old, though. I cut and chop several cords of wood each year for our heat. I am constantly working in our woods, thinning, healing, and making it healthier. It is good work and hard work. That is not why I don’t feel old though. I am here. I am being. I am thriving. I am engaged in each day. I believe that is why I don’t feel old. The fountain of youth isn’t outside, nor in a gym or a surgical suite, it is not in a cream. It is within each of us all the time, in our attitudes—our choices. It is not about denying the process of adding years of life but gracefully accepting the process and cycles and being present. There is that word again: presence. I believe that life is for us to continually express the spirit that is within us. That does not mean that there are no physical, mental or spiritual challenges, but those are all part of our sacred journey. Years ago I suffered from the constant pain of arthritis. When I was told I would probably loose ambulation all together I was despondent. Then I chose not to let that happen. I decided not to own the disease in my bones. Rejecting that condition with my mind slowly allowed me to move through it. Now because of that choice and a determination to be active, I am pain free. And mobile. We live in a forest, it helps me stay connected to nature and her cycles of life. I watch the dignity of the aging process and am reminded I cannot change the cycle but I can decide how I go through it. I am deciding to be engaged and involved. I will watch the cycles beginning with the start of new families with new children.
Birth to death the cycle revolves. Not expecting to escape the cycle but being present with each moment and each person I encounter. Sharing the presence of the moment. In this season of giving, the perfect gift is always being sought after and often forgotten shortly after it is received. However, a gift from the heart is always remembered. With a gift given from the heart, out of pure love, the presenter benefits as much or more then the receiver. Another cycle, keeping the energy flowing throughout each person and beyond. The other day I read the question, “When do the Holidays Begin?” In our house it is early November. During the first week Linda has a birthday and nine days later I have a birthday. But then I thought about the joy when Ana and Alice were here in September. Or when we were in Virginia in May visiting them and Noah, and that felt like a holiday. And what about the celebrations with friends, and my trip to Wyoming? And I began to realize that any day could be a “holyday” and a day for giving. Which takes me back to being 65 and not feeling “old.” I think it is a gift I have received and cultivated, accepting my aging as a gift. In addition to the gift of aging I am giving myself, it is also to share with my family and friends just as their aging is a gift to me. I know I don’t want to change the aging process, I just want to be very present within it. Presence is the best present I can give or receive. And so in this season, I wish you the joy of presence—yours and others and the recognition of the sacred joy in each moment.
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A Seat in the House
Rep. George Eskridge
I have discussed the activities and purpose of the Pacific Northwest Economic Region (PNWER) in previous River Journal articles. PNWER is a non-partisan, publicprivate partnership formed by statute in 1991. PNWER serves the states of Idaho, Montana, Oregon, Washington, Alaska, the Canadian provinces of Saskatchewan, Alberta, British Columbia and the Canadian Yukon and Northwest Territories. I serve as one of the Idaho Legislative delegates to PNWER and am a past-president of the organization. PNWER has been effective in addressing issues of importance to Idaho, including agriculture issues, energy resource concerns and others, but I have felt during my participation that Idaho has not taken full advantage of its membership in PNWER to bring Idaho’s interests to the attention of PNWER members. Realizing that PNWER could be a more effective force in pursuing Idaho’s commercial and security interests in relationships with our neighboring states and Canadian neighbors, Governor Otter, with the support of members of the private sector, established the Pacific Northwest Economic Region Idaho Council by Executive Order No. 2012-07 on September 13 of this year. The PNWER Idaho Council is chaired by Idaho’s Lieutenant Governor and includes majority and minority members of the Idaho legislature, five members of the private sector, representatives from appropriate state agencies and designees of Idaho’s Universities. Representative Eric Anderson and myself serve as two of the legislative members of the Council. The PNWER Idaho Council’s responsibilities include: • Design and develop an Idaho agenda of programs of interest in PNWER; • Provide leadership regarding Idaho’s needs and opportunities related to domestic and international trade and business and government relations amongst PNWER participating entities; • Encourage the participation of Idaho’s private, nonprofit and nongovernmental sector in PNWER initiatives; and • Strengthen relations with other PNWER entities by participating in and recognizing, to the extent possible, significant events and milestones such as elections, commemorations and awards. PNWER’s annual winter meeting was held in Coeur d’Alene at the Coeur
Invasive Species Part of Energy Agenda d’Alene Resort on November 14-17. More than 120 legislators, representatives of business and government leaders gathered in the city to address key issues affecting the regional economy in the Pacific Northwest. Members of the Idaho Council were involved in planning the agenda of the winter meeting that highlighted two of Idaho’s industries located in the Coeur d’Alene area, and Idaho’s concern with invasive species being introduced into Idaho waterways. Representative Anderson has taken the lead in bringing recognition of the invasive species’ potential impact on Idaho’s economy if invasive species are introduced in our waters, especially the invasive zebra and quagga mussels that could severely clog up northern waterways at a potential cost of over 100 million dollars. The invasive mussels “attach to everything in the water and suck out all the nutrients needed by native species. They ruin boats, docks, pipes, dams and shorelines; with current technology, eradication is impossible.” As a result of this concern, PNWER has initiated the following actions to help bring recognition to the invasive species problem and measures to prevent their introduction into Pacific Northwest waterways: 1. Sending a letter to Secretary Salazar expressing disappointment with the lack of support of the federal government in controlling the spread of invasive species 2. Sending a letter to the Bonneville Power Administrator asking BPA to initiate an analysis of the possible impacts of zebra and quagga musses to the Pacific Northwest 3. Request that PNWER serve as a forum and vehicle for developing reciprocity agreements among northwest states and provinces for inspection and decontamination of watercraft primarily responsible for the introduction of invasive species in northwest waterways. 4. Encourage PNWER states to discuss with their respective Public Utility Commissions the possibility of including invasive species mitigation funding in utility rates. The conference also highlighted local businesses through presentations by Ed Schweitzer from Schweitzer Engineering Labs, Ron Nilson from Ground Force Worldwide and Tom Power of Sunshine Minting. Schweitzer Engineering Lab is expanding its Washington operation into an additional facility in Lewiston and Ground Force Worldwide and Sunshine
Minting are located in the Coeur d’Alene area. The representatives of these companies presented their thoughts on the role of government and education in promoting and enhancing the growth of these companies, leading to more employment opportunities and greater economic benefits to the region. Conference attendees were provided “behind-the-scenes” tours of the manufacturing sites of Ground ForceWorldwide, Sunshine Minting Inc. and a tour of the Kootenai Technical Education Campus. The Kootenai Technical Education program is an excellent example of “best practice in vocational secondary school education” that other parts of the region might want to consider replicating. The combined gross domestic product of the trade partnership of the PNWER membership is over one trillion dollars and the combined resources in the Northwest and Canada “represent more than 20 million people and $700 billion in gross regional product.” This is a significant economic benefit to the Pacific Northwest and Idaho’s involvement in PNWER is good for Idaho; the Idaho PNWER Council will enhance the value Idaho receives from its PNWER membership. Thanks for reading! As always please feel free to contact me. My home mailing address is: P.O. Box 112, Dover, Idaho, 83825 and my home phone is (208) 2650123. I can also be reached by e-mail at: geskridge@coldreams.com George
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The Scenic Route Sandy Compton
“As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky...” Do you know where that verse comes from? I would guess that 90 percent of you will find it somehow familiar, whether you can name that poem or not, and that if you thought about it long enough, you would dredge up some interesting memories and images to go with it: smells and sounds and senses of being gathered from childhood forward to not so long ago. These are two of the most obscure lines from one of the most famous poems of our times, a stanza that tends to be left out when someone is saying the poem by heart, a place where the recitalist might stumble and have to resort to “da-dada-d-da-d-da da-da-da da,” for they will know something has gone missing, just not quite what. So look, if you will, at the stanza. It is lifted from nature; demonstrating the physics of wind and urgency of flight during a storm. It is only two lines, 18 simple words, not one of which is unfamiliar or even extraordinary. But, when strung together in the right sequence, and carefully read word for word, they provide an image that we can all but see with our eyes open and can if we close them. If you don’t yet know where these came from, another clue; a stanza that precedes the other, appearing 12 verses before, and so are a bit more famous, yet also likely to be forgotten in a frommemory telling. “The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave a luster of midday to objects below ...” Again, a moment in nature, quieter than the first, but pure poetic observation, well-stated. We know, when we hear these words, what the author sees. In fact, these lines are what brought
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me to this discussion, as our December moon has indeed been giving the luster of midday to objects around my house. These lines have been running through my mind for a week or so as each night Luna lights the snow-laden forest outside my windows. When I was a child, and my mother or dad would read the entire poem to us again and again, beginning always at about this time of year, these four lines seemed not so important as the rest of the poem. They seemed to be almost in the way of the story. I always wanted to skip from, “Away to the window I flew like a flash tore open the shutters and threw up the sash...” directly to “When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.” Get on with it, I thought. Skip past the moon and get those reindeer up on the roof and those presents down the chimney with St. Nick. But there were those lines about the moon and then the verses about the leaves in the wind (What do leaves have to do with Santa Clause? I wondered) stuck there in the middle of the action, like 25mile-per-hour signs on I-15 in the middle of Utah for a kid in a hurry for Christmas. Slow down, they seemed to whisper. Wait a moment and look at this. These four lines are not a big part of “The Night Before Christmas;” four lines out of 56 in all, less than 8 percent of the total poem. They are not really necessary to the meter. Leave them out and it still reads just fine. But, there they are. Mr. Moore when he wrote it 125 years ago, did not live in our continuous action world. I wonder if it had been written today, if those lines would have survived the editorial process. “What does this have to do with the
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story, Frank? Does it move the action forward?” Well, no, it doesn’t. It sets a scene, but who has time for viewing scenes these days? We are way too busy for that. If it ain’t moving, run over it. Or past it. But don’t stop to admire it, or you could get rear-ended. But Mr. Moore, when he wrote “A Visit from St. Nicholas” 184 years ago, did not live in our continuous action world. His gift to us today might be an opportunity to slow down. “‘twas the night before Christmas and all through the house...” Doesn’t that introduction make you want to pull the covers up to your chin and close your eyes ad listen? Don’t your ears now beg for the familiar cadence, and don’t you smell Christmas: wood smoke, butter cookies and mulled wine and that fragrant fir in the living room below, lit and waiting for magic to happen, as if it hasn’t already? Can’t you remember laying perfectly still and warm as the familiar words poured over you, the reading voice lulling you toward sleep even as the words urged you to stay awake and wait for “the jolly old elf?” Doesn’t that put the brakes on your busy, busy life? I hope so. We are in the habit of these days of skipping the non-action verses. If it isn’t moving us rapidly forward (or whatever direction we are going), we aren’t interested. We are in so much of a hurry to get “someplace,” we wish to go around the glorious subtleties of our planet that are still there waiting for us, should we be willing to wait and watch for them. Do you remember that parental Zen lesson designed to give us patience in the face of wanting to hurry toward the holidays? “Christmas won’t come if you don’t wait for it.” It has been so since we were children. Why do we think we can rush it now? And what better way to wait—for Christmas or for any of the other exciting moments in life—than in patient observation of the quiet beauty that surrounds us. Merry Christmas, from out on the Scenic Route. Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863) wrote “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” (also called A Visit from St. Nicholas), in 1822. This story first appeared in the River Journal in December 2006. You can reach Sandy Compton at mrcomptonjr@hotmail.com
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The Phantom Fisherman
Lawrence Fury
“You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food,” he thought. “You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive, and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?” - Ernest Hemingway, “The Old Man and the Sea” Not long ago, I caught part of “The Old Man and the Sea” on a cable channel. Of course, Spencer Tracy will always be the “Old Man” for me. He brought to mind another story Dad told my brother and me to entertain us one Christmas Eve when he was still able to remember things. It was shortly before the time I related a couple of years ago concerning the Blacktail Lookout incident in the ‘30s. This one occurred a year or so after Dad was out of high school. He had gone out fishing for white fish to sell to a supplier for Spokane restaurants—anything to supplement the meager finances of the Depression years. Dad would often put in at Bottle Bay Marina, which was then little more than a dock with a tiny lunch counter. He had managed to hook about a hundred white fish. At the usual twelve cents each, that would bring $12, a damn fine payday.
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Long gone now, the old lunch counter consisted of an eight-foot bar with several stools. They served coffee, tea, keg beer, bologna sandwiches and, on good days, a hot, fried cheese sandwich. One summer they even had hot dogs. Whiskey was a special order for a real warm-up. There were three men inside when Dad came in and ordered: the owner, his brother-in-law, and another older guy Dad recognized as a fellow fisherman trying to get by. Dad apparently had just walked in on the end of a conversation as the older fisherman laid a couple of coins on the bar, nodded to Dad, and headed out. Dad ordered his coffee and sandwich, and asked what the now-departed man had been talking about. Bringing his order, the joint’s owner said he had been relating how he had seen the Ghost of the Green Monarchs, a slumped figure wearing an old oil rain slicker and traveling in a longstyle fishing boat who was occasionally seen on the lake and river. No engine—no oars, either—but that boat appeared to be making five to six miles an hour over the water. Dad had little patience for such malarkey. A week later, though, on his final fishing trip of the year, he came to reevaluate that attitude. It was the week of Halloween. The weather had mostly featured a high, thin overcast, cold but not stormy and just right for fishing. He had put his boat in at Fry Creek, just over a mile from Grandpa’s house on the road past the present day Sagle School. Dad paddled out to the river, coming out just east and below where the current Cafe 95 is located. After several hours, the late morning chill set in and Dad decided to head in after getting a measly 20 white fish. There, in the late-morning haze about a hundred yards away in the direction of Contest Point, was what appeared to be an oldfashioned long boat with the figure of a man just sitting there, not rowing. The
boat moved across the water just the same, in the direction of what would later become known as Dog Beach, silently, effortlessly... ghostly. Epilogue: The Tug Boat More likely, it was a small mail boat during the earlier years of the century and of Sandpoint. Without being specific as to the location, a boat up on horses and blocks, sitting in the middle of a small field surrounded by birch trees and now-unused buildings, is perhaps the scene of a simple haunting. Surprisingly close to town, the boat had been there some time. In fact, when I was in my mid-teens, I saw it there while out on an extended bike ride. (As compared to the short distances I used to ride until about 20 years ago.) In the years, or even a decade or so, on either side of World War I, a mail boat serviced Bayview, Bottle Bay, and Hope, along with other stops. There was also tug boats that corralled the logs that were floated down the river to the mills. In any event, while I did not experience anything unusual during my brief stop, a couple of neighborhood brothers who, shall we say, weren’t in the habit of pulling stunts or talking out of one of their orifices, told me that they had been riding their bikes north of town and decided to detour and investigate the boat that I had told them about. Now, I hadn’t climbed onto the deck or the small wheelhouse, but apparently the brothers had and, after a couple of minutes without seeing anything interesting, they decided to head out. But before they could climb over the side, they distinctly heard a man’s voice ay, “Hey, you brats! Get off my boat!” They didn’t need to be told twice. Maybe the spirit of a mailman was still making his appointed rounds through rain, sleet, snow, gloom of night... and even death.
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One of my favorite places to browse for old and used books is Bonners Ferry’s Bonner Books, with an ever-changing array of reasonably priced newer books on a central sale table. It was there I recently came across Sabine Baring-Gould’s fascinating “Curious Myths of the Middle Ages,” first published in England in 1866. A precursor to the strange delvings of Charles Fort indeed! Regrettably, however, the present editor states in the foreword that the present edition is heavily edited and foreshortened. “I have ruthlessly cut back and abandoned the farther shores of the good Curate’s research,” causing an audible groan to myself and fellow Forteans for it’s in just those “farther, wilder shores” where our best and most interesting cases are to be found. Still, there’s some wonderful stories and accounts still left to be discovered, including the true tales behind the legends of The Wandering Jew, Prester John, Saint George and the Dragon and so many more. To use, by way of example, BaringGould’s exhaustive detective work, let’s consider for a moment The Pied Piper of Hamelin. The town itself was so profoundly devastated by the calamity of the loss of its children that the town actually began dating its public documents from that date in 1284 AD to commemorate the event, along with still-extant inscriptions carved in stone and painted in gold script lamenting the catastrophe. Using already ancient church and lay documents he discovered in musky, old-world archives, Baring-Gould related variant sources and accounts. In Harrison’s “Highlands of Ethiopia” for instance, the Hadjuiji Madjuji are demon pipers who ride on goats drawing the children hypnotically behind them to destruction, of a fiddler who did the same to the children of Brandenburg, and even a bagpiper from the Hartz Mountains. Now Baring-Gould, a clergyman and rector in Devon, considered himself mainly a biblical scholar, with “Lives of the Saints” (in 15 volumes!) his most popular work, but his hobby was folklore, with “A Book of the West” and “Collected Folk Songs of Cornwall” only two of his many on the subject. To my mind, however, his masterpiece is the rare and hard to find “1865 Werewolves: Being An Account
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Of A Terrible Superstition.” Even in this modern day and age I find his exhaustively researched and sobering conclusions the apex of lycanthropic (werewolf) knowledge. Included in this opus are not only sober accounts by officials describing werewolf encounters in their locales, but a collection of sermons from the middle ages warning against the prevalence of the satanic shapeshifters in our midst. Oh, and by And they don’t have all, don’t the way, most of you areto—after perhaps familiar we Americans believe if it’s ours, ours with the name Sabine Baring-Gouldit’s as the and we can do with it what we want? author of over 100 hymns, including the Or is beloved “Onward Christian Soldiers!” and we want it, then A brief word on Strange Laws I have you have to give it toa just-returned us and if you don’t, Known: In 1970 I was then you sponsor terrorism and we’ll Vietnam vet, hitch-hiking cross country, when I was stopped in Coeur d’Alene for By theofway, China by wants that oilcops. as “suspicion vagrancy” the county well.found Remember China? Thebackpack. people who who a tiny roach in my I loaned usfor allthat thatin money? China’s oil got 90 days the Kootenai County Jail, and years later it cost6.5 mebillion my jobbarrels as a consumption is around firefighter since I had a drug on my a year, and is growing at 7 bust percent every record. many about other people’s lives have year. ItHow produces 3.6 billion barrels been of math a stupid, ignorant everyruined year. because Does this look good to law which should not be aother law? than Sarah anyone? Can anyone A decision by the Spokane Sheriffs Palin and George Bush believe we can recently to continue arresting pot smokers drill our way out of this problem? Anyone for simple possession smallhit amounts, who doesn’t think weofbetter the ground despite the to voters runningthe to clear figurewill outofhow fuel of what we Washington who this November legalized want fueled with something other than the use of marijuana, is on oil recreational probably deserves to go back to aan par with the county’s decision to shut down the so-called “hookers website.” Known : I could go on as SpokaneBoard.com, it was a website in forever, but you’ll quit reading. So one final which hookers and escorts had a secure discussion for the American public. First, locale where they could get together let’sdiscuss have athings true, like independent analysis and which Johns to be of what happened on September 11, 2001. wary of. The police claim it encouraged The official explanation simply doesn’t prostitution and the website owners are hold charged. water. This is one those “who being There’s a fewofother escort knew what, when” questions that must be sites out there, but only the SpokaneBoard answered—and people/institutions must was targeted, the only one run mainly by and for “the girls.” of accountability, you might InSpeaking San Francisco the group COYOTE was be surprised learn would to not formed (Call OfftoYour Old that TiredI Ethics) support anthe effort to ofimpeach President help defend rights the working girls Bush November elections.area First, and itsafter clear the to me the Spokane-CDA is too late, and second, inbecause dire needthat’s of something similar. ‘til next more time, keep the word; because thanspreading Bush have been is People! All involved inSoylent crimes Green against the American Homage to Xena! people. What I would like to see are charges (at the least, charges of treason) brought against Bush, Cheney, et al. Bring the charges and let’s let the evidence of
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Jinxed
Jinx Beshears
In a world passed, not that long ago, I lived on a funny farm: my Dad and Mom’s funny farm. We hadn’t been raised around animals much, but once my sisters and I left home, my parents decided they needed animals and they went all out. One of each. Llamas, hedgehogs, rabbits, chickens, goats and cows (oh my!) to begin with. My Daddy was taking the Noah’s Ark theme to an extreme. I found myself single for a time, one of those children who end up moving back in with their parents, to live life as a 17-year-old again. It wasn’t easy as a grown child, trying to get back on my feet. So, when my parents decided to go to California to visit my sister for Thanksgiving, I was thankful. Very thankful. Alone time! I love my parents; my father is my hero, but I could only explain myself to them so many times and seriously, a curfew? I was 43, for Pete’s sake! They left me detailed instructions on who to feed what; each animal had a name, from each little chicken to each bunny in its cage and even all 11 cows. (my Dad had become a cattle baron!). I had worked a double, coming home at 7 am. All I really wanted to do was crash and burn, but I still had to feed the critters their breakfast give them all their special snacks, and bottle feed some of the babies. It was muddy out in the barnyard, snow had melted and then frozen again. I donned my Daddy’s huge rubber boots and his coat that was eight sizes too big, not realizing how hard it was really going to be to trudge through the muck and mud to the barn. My Daddy had put out one of the big round hay bales in the field for the cows before he left, but they still had to have their grain (and heaven forbid they go without a little cow snack!). I grabbed a shovel to bust up the ice that had accumulated in the trough, glancing over at the hay bale where the cows had gathered. “Hummm”, I said to myself, as I continued to break the ice, “there is a cow in that tree.” I was tired and it took a second or two for me to register what thought had just crossed my mind. “There is a cow in that tree,” I said out loud. As if that would make it believable somehow. “THERE IS A COW IN THAT TREE!” I slowly turned my head to look again. Yup, there was a cow in that tree.
Going Home to the Funny Farm The tree’s trunk split into two branches near the 6 foot mark. “Tina,” daddy’s prize Brahman cow, had evidently tried to stand on her back hooves and reach a leaf that was higher than she thought. I guess she pitched forward, wedging her head in the split of the tree trunk, and she was pissed. She was hung there on her tippy hooves, not in the least bit happy about it. I stopped what I was doing, shaking my head. What was I supposed to do now? Already the baby goats we were bottle feeding were trying to suckle my knee caps, demanding their milk. I walked out to the tree with my cell phone, little goats bellowing and grabbing at my pants, chickens pecking at my toes and Tina, the cow, glaring at me. I did what anyone in my position would do: I called my Daddy. After all, he knows everything, right? Daddy told me to call the sheriffs department. I know they rescue kitties from trees, but a COW in a tree is a whole different ball game. “No way,” I told Daddy. I cringed at the thought of calling the sheriff! I could hear the deputies now, “Load up the paddy wagon, boys, we got a live one.” Uh, no. I tried to shove Tina’s snotty head back to get her out, but she wasn’t very cooperative and I learned a valuable lesson: cows can bite! Then I had an epiphany! The tree was in a “V,” right? So why not saw one side off? Then Tina could escape without anyone being the wiser. The reason you don’t use a saw blade for one side is that you might accidently nip her skin and upset her even more. How do I know this? Because I tried. Then my Daddy told me to call our neighbor, Manuel. A much better plan, as far as I was concerned. I crawled over the fence and my waytoo-big clothes got caught on the barbs but I managed to reach the other side without cussing too much and knocked on Manuel’s door. I didn’t know what to say, so out it came. “Manuel, if you will look over my left shoulder you will notice that there is a cow hanging from my Daddy’s tree.” Manuel’s forehead scrunched and then he looked. He grinned at me and said, “Only your daddy, Jinx, only your daddy.” Yeah, well he wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know. FUNNY FARM! It was named that for a reason!!
Manuel and I climbed the fence after he found a rope. He had an idea and for some reason, that made me nervous. He wasn’t a young, spry neighbor. He was about 70 and I was biting my nails wondering what he had come up with. He climbed the tree and strung the rope around Tina’s neck and tried pulling her head up out of the “V” in the tree. That didn’t work and, in fact, it just pissed Tina off even more, if that was even possible. Manuel was literally dangling himself from the tree, trying one last time to pull Tina’s big old head up. I flinched each time she mooed. You can really tell when a cow is pissed off. It has an angry moo. It was then I noticed some cars were stopping to watch our predicament. A whole line of cars and a motorcycle club were snapping pictures. That part I understood; it’s not every day you see a cow hanging in a tree. Like mighty Joe Young, Manuel was swinging from limb to limb, wrapping the rope to get a better position around Tina’s head. About that time I heard giggling over my shoulder towards Manuel’s house. His 70-year-old wife had come out to witness the horror unfolding. She pointed behind Tina. I had been so preoccupied with Manuel hanging precariously from the tree, I hadn’t noticed that daddy’s young calves had taken up behind Tina and were trying one at a time to mount her while she hung there. WOW… could it get any worse? At any moment I expected to see the helicopter news crew flying low overhead. I don’t know if Manuel angered Tina, or if the randy calves got Tina all worked up, but suddenly she slung her head up and out it came off the tree. “Oh, thank God,” I whispered. I jerked the baby goats off my knees and thanked Manuel for a job well done. He didn’t say anything. He just grinned. Tina huffed and bolted after the bawdy calves and taught them a lesson in running for their naughty little lives. I looked at the people lined up, still snapping pictures. They waved. I didn’t really know what to do… so I took a bow. Might as well laugh about it… and hope it wasn’t on the 5 o’ clock news. I would never hear the end of it at work! Most kids get the keys to their parents’ kingdom. Me… I get a Funny Farm. Literally.
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We lived in the sand hills of southern Oklahoma when I was a small boy of about five. My dad and my grandmother had a small farm just off the county road south of Anadarko. This is a place where you ether had clay or sand, and we had sand. Dad made most of his spare money by using his team of mules to pull cars out of the sand traps on the road. Most were traveling salesman who were selling needles, thimbles and some kind of wonder drug (which was eighty percent alcohol) that if taken three times day, would cure anything (temporarily). When they would ask Dad how much they owed him after pulling them out of the sand pits he would just say, “Oh, nothing. I’s just being neighborly. But if you want to give my assistant here something, I guess that would be all right.” And those guys would unload on me and when we would get back to the house I would dump it all out on the table and we would separate it from the sand. As I recall it was late summer and very hot. I didn’t know it at the time but the humidity and the temperature was just over a hundred. Grandma’s dress was always soaking wet with sweat and she would wipe her brow with her apron to keep the sweat out of her eyes while she canned. As you might remember, my grandma dipped Garrett snuff as a lot of old ladies back in the day did. That’s how we could tell she was level headed: the tobacco juice ran out both corners of her mouth evenly. Everything we raised from the garden
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was either canned, pickled or made into jelly or jam. Grandma kept that old wood cook stove dancing a jig as she stuffed wood in its fire box, to keep the water hot to seal the canning jars. Dad would come in at noon for dinner and his shirt would be soaked with sweat, This was when he stopped smoking Bull Durham tobacco and went to Prince Albert in the can so it would stay dry, and he could put his cigarette papers in there to keep them dry as well. He would tie his mules up in the shade of the big weeping willow tree next to our stock tank. Next to the tank was a water well with a windmill and a hand pump. We kept fresh water for our livestock and for the house. While it may have been hot as hell that summer I never seemed to notice, even though little beads of sweat would appear on my upper lip once in a while that seemed to disappear without notice. All the clothes I wore were my bib overalls; no shoes. And that willow tree shaded our complete back yard. My favorite toys at that time were a gallon syrup bucket, an old silver serving spoon, and a half of a brick. I had had a cast iron Model T I got for Christmas, but a poor kid came over one day who didn’t even have a brick to play with, so I gave him my Model T as it was too wide to fit in my farm roads any way. Dad was not happy with me as that Model T cost him a whole dollar! As I said, it was summer and my drinking uncle, my uncle Bill, who always drank with Dad whenever they got together, had sent his daughter down from Oklahoma City to help grandma with her canning. And in the afternoon when it was the hottest, they would stop canning and set in the shade to let the house cool off before they started supper. Now this girl was about 16 or 17 and therefore never had much interest in me. With the big willow tree and the windmill and stock tank all in close proximity, it was easy to keep damp with my gallon syrup bucket. And this would, in turn, keep the yard cool, especially all the little roads and farms scattered all over the yard.
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Then, one hot afternoon, it happened! My niece brought her pallet out in the yard next to the horse tank and spread it out and proceeded to stretch out and read her book. This, however, interfered with my farm roads and I brought it to her attention, and she told me where I could stick my farm roads and went back to reading her novel. My grandmother was leaning back in her kitchen chair next to the house in the shade fanning herself with a homemade fan. So I took my half a brick and started to build new roads around the outside of my niece. As I was pushing dirt alongside of her leg, I happened to notice she wasn’t wearing her shorts, just her panties and a thin blouse. Don’t forget that I was just 5 years old and half nekkid girls didn’t effect me like they would later on in life. I was mainly interested in pushing dirt for a new toy road. However, as I was passing her hip I happened to notice a long, curly red hair sticking out from under her panty leg. Knowing she was red headed, I assumed it was one from her head that had fallen out when she brushed her hair. I decided to help her out and discard it from her person. As I pulled on it, attempting to fling it aside, I discovered it was hung up on her panties so I just yanked it harder. That’s when the stars and white flashes appeared before my eyes and the last thing I remember was this horrible scream that vaguely sounded like a hog with its head hung in a fence. The last thing I saw was a distorted picture of a Lucky Strike cigarette ad on the back of her book. The next thing I remember was Grandma holding me in her lap and wiping the tears from my eyes.
And from the Dark Side this month:
Well, like I said last month, I’m going to try to keep you up on what chemo does to your life while you wait to die. I have cancer in three separate parts of my body: colon, liver and lung. First came the operations. As you probably know, you have lots of feet of colon in your body. When the doctor ran his camera up my wasue you could see the color change—it went from pink to yellow to red and then black. This was where the cancer was eating my
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colon. Doctor Neher took still pictures of the whole thing, then he gave me some of the Polaroids. Because no one could tell what those were pictures were of, and because they were very colorful (black, yellow and bright red), I sent them off as Christmas cards, only to get replies like, “Where did you find those cards?” When I told them, “up my ass,” they were in shock. After this round of picture-taking, the doc cut out a section of my colon that held my cancer, and told me to come back in three years for a check-up. And to do a better job of wiping my butt. When I went back, the cancer had returned and he cut out one more section of colon. This time they added chemo to the treatment, as the cancer had spread to my liver. I don’t know if you have ever looked closely at a liver of, say, a pig or a deer, but it’s just like yours. It folds over itself in many ways and as it so happens the cancer was covered up by overlaps and hard to get at, but they did the best they could. But they couldn’t get it all without a
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What Happened to My Garlic?! A funny thing happened in my kitchen when I went to whip up a batch of fresh salsa. Upon peeling my garlic, grown by my very own hands in my garden for the first time this year, I found—garlic gummy bears. Or something like that. Clove after clove was orange, jellied, and not at all looking like the pungent, firm, white garlic I’ve come to love. What in the world did I do to my garlic? Rest assured, if you have also torn into a garlic bulb only to find jellied cloves, this is not actually a gardener error. What’s happened is a not-totallyunderstood process called “garlic waxy breakdown,” and is a “physiologic disorder” thought to be caused by high temperatures near harvest time, and/or might be due to improper storage with inadequate ventilation and low oxygen. My garlic was stored appropriately, but I immediately thought back to the intensely hot days in July when I harvested my garlic. Who knew there was a drawback to heat? I love hot weather, but garlic doesn’t and I love garlic, too. Despite a lot of time searching on the Internet, I could find no definitive answer on whether garlic in this condition is
still edible. I came across two relatively scholarly articles that suggest waxy breakdown renders the garlic unfit for consumption, along with a few statements from amateur gardeners that indicated they went ahead and used the garlic in various recipes with no ill effects. Personally, I’m not a risk-taker when it comes to food and, as much as it pains me to do so, the garlic affected is going into the compost pile. The first signs of waxy breakdown are light yellow spots on the clove of the garlic—if you find these (on either store-bought garlic or garlic you’ve grown yourself) you should be able to cut the spots out and use the rest of the clove. In its more advanced stage, waxy breakdown shrinks the clove as it (desiccates? jellifies?) so if you feel your garlic heads and notice the skin seems loose with no firm clove beneath, check the cloves right away to see if there are any that can be salvaged. To prevent this, look closely at your planting area. While garlic, like most vegetables and fruits, needs sun, it doesn’t need hot sun in the early summer. Choose a planting spot that might offer shade from intense heat, or consider some type
of portable shade you can erect if we get more of those high heat days early in the summer. Plant early (that would be two months ago, now) and harvest as soon as you’re able; the rule of thumb is to pick garlic when the bottom two leaves have turned brown. Garlic needs to cure after it’s picked, but if the weather is hot, leave it out to cure in a shadier spot. Garlic is generally one of those plants that are easy to grow and harvest, but your gardening schedule may need to change slightly if we continue to have hotter weather earlier in the summer. Pay close attention to your plants, and hopefully you (and I) will avoid jellied garlic in the years to come. (Photo courtesy of Cornell Univ.) -Trish Gannon
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If this world should end before Christmas Day as the Mayan “experts” all seem to say, then I’d like to atone for some things we’ve done and here’s what I truly pray.
That my fellow travelers of this road we’re on truly find happiness before it is gone to help change our fate before it’s too late and leave it better for all of our spawn.
That we open our hearts as well as our minds for together they form this tie that binds and brings us together, no matter the weather, as our cosmos slowly aligns.
That you’re not so horribly jaded that living in your means is too overrated and “By hawking the farm, we’re not doin’ any harm.” instead of freeing our minds constipated.
That religions come forth to bury their axes and watch as humanity suddenly relaxes to the point of redemption for past predilections, through emails, tweets and faxes.
That our children’s’ children and all those beyond will be proud of the way that we managed to bond through the bitterness & fears, blood, sweat and tears to find compassion our true magic wand.
That the corporate world will come to conclusion a sustainable system is not a delusion but a required protocol for the good of us all as our planet moves closer to fusion.
It’ll take much conviction, I have little doubt for all to seek really what life’s all about. To evolve our way of being to a better way of seeing as we learn to give our egos less clout.
That societies too should seek not justice for it only brings hatred to forever encrust us making it likely we’ll be praying contritely for forgiveness from those who entrust us.
That you’re forever able to find happiness inside that part of you where love does abide. That we all do unto others like sisters and brothers and may we please continue this ride?
Amen
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