Life

You Can’t make This Stuff Up

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Being a campground host sure has its moments that leave you shaking your head. This one happened one afternoon, and it was definitely a “Shake your head moment.” I was doing my daily testing of the campground water, and I was approached by a couple that I would guess to be in their late fifties.

The gentleman asked me if I was the campground host and I told him I was. He was quiet for a moment, and he replied I really don’t know how to begin. He said I have really never experienced what happened today in a National Park before. My wife and I were standing on the bridge taking photos and we noticed a man, woman, and a child who was around 8 or 9 walking down the bank of the river. As they got closer, we noticed all they had on was their shoes. They weren’t even wearing socks. When they got to the bridge they started walking toward us. My wife and I looked at each other totally shocked. This was one of those visions that haunts you the rest of your life. It was not pretty at all.

This is the bridge they were standing on but the water was much lower.

He said they were probably in their 60s and he said neither were very attractive and they didn’t know what to do. Scream bloody murder or run were two options that came to mind. They approached us and made casual conversation and my wife, and I felt very awkward talking to them. We didn’t want to be rude, but it was rude of them approaching us completely naked as if it were something everyone did. My wife and I were frozen in place and listened in disbelief as they made conversation as if it was perfectly normal to approach someone completely naked and have a conversation. He said they introduced themselves as Papa Bear and Mama Bear but didn’t mention the child’s name. They asked if it was our first time to visit the park, what we thought of the park and if we had ever been to the kayak races, etc. When they told us their names I decided against running, because they were definitely crazy and I thought if we ran, we might make them angry and they might chase us and do harm to us, so we stood there and tried desperately not to look at them.

After what seemed like an eternity Mama Bear turned to Papa Bear and said Pappa Bear, we have taken up enough of their time and should let them go on their way. They said goodbye and we watched as they walked to their car and get in and drive off. My wife turned to me and sked, what just happened? Were they really naked or had she gone crazy. Then we both gave a big sigh of relief and set out to find you.

He asked me if this sort of thing happens often. I replied only on days that end with a “Y”. Then I assured him that was the first time I have ever heard of anything like that happening in the park. Just when you think you have heard and seen it all you realize you haven’t after all. I honestly don’t know what I would do if I ever encountered a situation like that and hope to never find out. What would you do?

Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read my post. I deeply appreciate all of you who have subscribed to my blog and thank you to all of you who were concerned about my health.

Another view of the bridge. I bet the day I took this photo they would have been wearing clothes, but then again maybe not.

Life’s Road Can Be Bumpy

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I had plans to see America from horseback. Then in October 2020, I had to have a complete ankle replacement or be confined to a wheelchair. There were complications and my days of riding were over. After healing, the good news was that for the first time since 1979, I was pain free. Things were looking up and life was good.

In 2022 I started having balance issues. My legs started swelling and my feet and legs started giving me problems. I was also diagnosed as a Type 2 diabetic. Then in January 2025 I was diagnosed with peripheral neuropathy and a clogged lymphatic system. It is very painful and walking becomes difficult. Three months ago, it invaded my arms and hands. I can barely write and what I manage to write I can’t even read.

I made a decision to use a holistic approach to treat my ailments and it is working quite well. I have made good progress. The pain I am controlling with Vicks Vapo Rub and horse liniment and the diabetes I am controlling with apple cider vinegar. I just did a 3 mile hike without any problems.

The mountain is made up of 1.5-billion-year-old Precambrian rhyolite. When it cooled it fractured into polygonal columns that resembled honeycomb. The locals named the formation “Devil’s Honeycomb.”

Now with my balance issues, caused by the neuropathy, I probably couldn’t even sit a horse. I used to be able to ride a bucking horse for 8 seconds but now I couldn’t pass a field sobriety test stone cold sober. It is what it is. At least I am still on the right side of the dirt.

If I had a chance to do it all over again, I would have a plan A, B and C retirement plan. Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Always have a back up plan to get through the rough parts of the road of life.

A Day From the Past Remembered

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This day happened when I was the ripe old age of 14. We used to spend a whole week every year at a place called Many Islands in Arkansas, trout fishing on the Spring River. Well, my dad had bought a trolling motor to help in getting around on Spring River. The owner of the campground had poured a concrete pad to aid in loading gear into boats and canoes.

He rented a boat and pulled it up to the pad where our gear was waiting to be loaded into the boat. My dad had one foot in the front of the boat and one foot on the pad. He had me hand him the gear and he loaded it into the boat. He assured me that his knot would hold and keep the boat in place.

Well, everything seemed to be going pretty well and then I noticed the boat was getting farther from the concrete pad, but my dad would pull the boat back to the pad with his leg. As long as the knot held, everything would be fine.

Then it happened. The knot failed and my dad was struggling to pull it back. I stared in horror as I realized he was approaching the point of no return. My gut told me this wasn’t going to end well and it sure wasn’t going to be pretty. Then it happened. The gap between the concrete pad where my dad’s foot was planted and the boat where his other foot was planted became too wide for him to recover and into the water he went. FYI the water temp is cold and colder. His head went under water and then after what seemed like an eternity, he emerged from the water resembling the Phoenix rising from the ashes. I learned a whole bunch of new adjectives that I would never be able to use in school. Needless to say, we didn’t go fishing that morning.

It Really Happened

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One rainy afternoon I pulled up in the campground and I noticed a group of women standing outside the bathrooms. Then a little girl comes flying round the corner so fast I thought something was chasing her. She was hollering something, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. The moment she stopped in front of me I understood what she was saying. Snake!!! You have to get it out!!! Finally, after I got her calmed down, I was able to piece everything together. There was a big snake in the women’s bathroom.

I walked to the bathroom and the group was gathered about 300 feet from the women’s bathroom. They told me the same story the little girl had told me. I grabbed the grabber we use to pick up trash and headed for the door. I slowly opened the door. All I knew about the snake was that it was big and possibly brown, black, blue or tan. I looked in the first stall there was no snake, so I headed to the next stall and “jackpot”!!!!! There it was! A big ole black snake about 5 to 6 foot long. There was about 2 foot of his tail coming out of the toilet down to the floor. About 2 feet of its head was sticking out from under the seat and bowl. It was quite angry also. I don’t think it was treated to well by the group outside.

I took the grippers and got it behind the neck and took my hand and grabbed it behind the head and pulled it out. I am six feet, and it went all the way to my shoulder, and it wrapped around my arm and the tail went back down to my elbow and wrapped a couple more times. I hollered to the ladies that I was coming out. As I walked out the door I had to laugh when I saw the space they gave me. You would have thought I was bringing Godzilla out of the bathroom. One lady asked me not to kill it in front of the kids. I said ma’am, there is no way I’m killing this snake, he is very beneficial.

Well, the chatter got loud, and one lady asked what I was going to do with it. I told her I was going to walk up the hill and turn it lose in the rocks. Then there were a couple that displayed their unpleasure and screamed, it could come back. I am going to take it up far enough that it won’t come back.

As I walked away, I could hear them moaning and groaning and saying I should have killed it. It was at that very minute, that I realized that I probably wouldn’t be receiving Christmas Cards from them this year. I got about a quarter mile and came to a huge rock formation and turned him lose. I never seen a snake move that fast and held its tail in such a way that it was saying I was Number 1!!!!

I hope you enjoyed the story. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read it. You are very much appreciated.

The Mighty Heron

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The Ardeidae family known as herons, egrets and bitterns are long -necked and long- legged wading water birds that feed off aquatic animals. I just happened to stumble onto one of their nesting grounds in the Mark Twain National Forest.

During this time, they make the most horrible sound you ever heard. We had people insist that they heard bigfoot. I got several pictures of herons, but they are very difficult to stalk. They have keen eyesight, and their stalker is usually seen long before they get close to them.

I hope you enjoyed the pictures. At this time, I would like to ask everyone to respect Mother Earth. Please don’t litter. If you pack it in pack, it out.

The End of a Good Time

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For two years this was our home for 8 months out of the year. I really loved being a campground host. It did have its moments though when I wondered why I am doing this. The good moments outweighed the bad moments. Once I was done with the daily duties, I was able to do the things I enjoyed doing. I thank Chris Woods of the US Forest Service for giving me this opportunity.

The Forest Service provided us with a golf cart to get around the park. These two got used to the cart and got over their fear of it. I watched these two for about 25 minutes to get this capture.

The Herons were hard to stalk. Always on alert for any movement and ready to take flight. One morning I was lucky enough to get close enough and capture it as it was taking flight.

These are some of my favorite captures from the park.

Credit Jason Wilson Photography

I got to hike the trails, fish and pan for gold. Last year I put over 30 pounds of fish in the freezer.

Sadly, I won’t be returning in 2025. I was diagnosed with peripheral foot neuropathy, which is very painful. I am currently receiving treatments from PC Medical Center in Cape Girardeau, MO. I have only had 4 treatments, and I am very satisfied with the results I have received. It also affects one’s balance. Mine was so bad I couldn’t pass a sobriety test stone cold sober. They have even helped with me with that. I am also retaining water in my legs and feet, and I have an appointment with a vein specialist in March.

I also made a lot of friends. I introduce Jason who I met at the park. He too is a photographer, and damn good at it, we took a lot of pictures.

Another chapter in my book of life comes to an end. I am going to miss this place, but I will be visiting frequently, if my health allows me to, in the capacity of one of the campers visiting Silver Mines Campground.

I am currently working on publishing a coffee table book titled, Missouri Through the Lens. It will be made up of photos of rural Missouri. Places not on the beaten path. It will contain some photos taken Silver Mines.

Campground Host Story

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This was our home for 8 months in 2023, where my wife and I worked as campground hosts. We made a lot of new friends, learned a lot about nature and have some good stories to tell. This particular story started on a Friday night. Just another weekend, it wasn’t a holiday or anything special going on. All the campsites were reserved, and it was a full house.

We had just come back from a run in the park, and I noticed two men having a lively conversation. One of the men had his camper set up on site 8 and the other had his rig still hooked up, parked along the road next to it. I watched what was going on and it was becoming quite heated. I just started toward them when I saw the man still hooked to his rig, heading toward me.

Here he come, strutting like a Bantee rooster, walking toward me with purpose. He got to me and asked if I was the campground host. I answered, yes, I am. May I help you? He immediately tells me that I have to go make the other camper move, because he has that spot reserved. I knew by the way he screamed out his request, that this day wasn’t going to end the way I was hoping to. I told him to please calm down and let’s talk to him and see what’s going on. We headed for the campsite to try and figure out what happened.

The gentleman assured me that they had reservations. I asked the not so happy camper, if I could see his reservations. His wife handed them to him, and he thrust them into my chest and said now you will see and all the time he was giving the other camper an evil look. One of those looks that tells me, don’t ever go target practicing with him. I took the reservation and started looking it over hoping there was going to be an easy fix. Then I saw it! Love those easy fixes. I said sir you are somewhat right. You did have reservations, for two weeks ago. Oh my! He didn’t seem very happy. They had come quite a distance and the look he gave his wife told me this was going to be a long ride home for her.

The pics are of our home we lived in for 8 months in 2023.

I Know Better

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You ever just have one of those days? I am an avid fly fisherman and after a few days of above freezing temperatures I decided to do some fly fishing. I spent the night before cleaning fly line and getting tackle ready to go. The Missouri Conservation Department stocks a local lake with trout in November. It is catch and release until February first, at which time you can start keeping your catch if you have a trout stamp.

I pull in to Engler Park where the lake is located, and I see an empty parking lot. Well, this is my first clue. From where you park you really can’t see the lake that well. At least I showed I had a little sense left about me, because I decided to walk down to the lake and see what’s up, before I pulled my gear out. Then I saw the problem. The lake is still covered in ice. No open water to fish. Really! I have fished this lake enough that deep down I knew it would be but yet, here I am.

Being a photographer I always have a camera with me so the trip wouldn’t be a total loss. There is another smaller lake in the park, with an island. I thought I should be able to get some descent pics, so I decided to drive to the other lake. I had never really checked the island out before so now I figured I would take the time to check it out.

What I found was a surprise. The many times I have been here, and I had no idea what inspired the memorial or even that it existed. Very moving! I am glad the lake was frozen over. Thanks to the Farmington, MO Community for their work on this memorial.

Thanks for stopping and visiting. You are deeply appreciated.

In Memory of Meddlin’ Kate

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“Having a dog will bless you with many of the happiest days of your life, and one of the worst.” Unknown

“Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.“

Agnes Sligh Turnbull

                        

They grieve, have feelings, listen, can fill a house with joy and give unconditional love. Yes, there are some dogs that have behavioral issues but there are people that do too. They aren’t perfect.

Kate was my ride dog, and we were basically together 24/7. She wasn’t just a dog, no, she was a family member. I have very fond memories with Kate. No one can take those memories away from me.

Meddlin’ Kate 1/1/2011 – 1/25/2020

Approaching One Year

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Marriage is a journey where two imperfect individuals create a perfect bond. A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.”

Mignon McLaughlin

My wife and I were reunited at our fiftieth-class reunion, June 4, 2022. We said our vows January 31, 2023. Yes, I am a little early, but then again, we aren’t guaranteed anything in life so I thought I would begin the celebration early. My darling wife has a big heart, and I always kid her that if she got carjacked, she would run alongside the car asking them if they had enough gas money. She is kind, loving and puts up with me. I still can’t get her to eat possum, but there is still time.

The love of my life. Now after posting these pics, pardon me while I disappear somewhere in Siberia until it is safe to come out.

We lived 8 months in a 31-foot camper working as Campground Hosts in the Silver Mines Recreation Area, and we are still speaking to each other. Now that says something about our relationship. I am a lucky man. Evelyn, I know I am a little early, but Happy Anniversary and we have only begun.