Traditional Muzzleloading Association
The Center of Camp => People of the Times => Topic started by: Longhunter on May 19, 2010, 01:24:26 AM
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Epic saga of a Mountainman
I'm a mountainman born and bred
I roam high where the trees don't grow
I stay up there when others head down
at winters first hard snow.
I can sleep in the snow in ma buffler robe
rolled up as snug as can be.
When mornin comes I jus shake off the ice
I'm a mountainman wild an free
I eat painter, beaver, elk an buffler
It don't much matter ta me
meats meat when yer in the mountains
I'm a mountainman wild and free
I takes a bath most ever month
scub with a rock from neck ta knee
ice in the crick don't bother me none
I'm a mountainman wild an free
In the heat a summer I runs near neked
a breech clout hangs ta ma knee
the burnin sun makes ma hide like leather
I'm a mountainman wild an free
If'in ya ever come ta the shinin mountains
look high, that's where I'll be
trapin beaver an huntin elk
I'm a mountainman wild and free
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My ole friend, did you write that? I love it. If it's OK with you
I'd like to share it with a friend of mine who's in the AMM
Mike
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Ya Mike I'm a somewhat poet.....
I'd be proud if you shared it...
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I like it. I'll hang a copy on my bench. When you become a famous poet don't forget us. BH
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WAAAUUGH!!
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Nice Ron...nice
Al
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Well done Ron!
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Very nicely done Ron. I like it.
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You sure have a way with words Ron. Very well dun!
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Very nice!
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For such an ugly old codger , you sure are full of surprises. VERY NICE!!!
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Sounds kinda like something I heard ol' Del Gue say one time.
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We shoot black powder percussion or flintlock
We stand up for old glory and kneel in front of the cross
We like a cold beer and how some gals can really fill out a pair of daisy dukes
We cant walk by a card board box full of puppies
We love the mountains and our freedom
We are the ones that get called show up and do something
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We shoot black powder percussion or flintlock
We stand up for old glory and kneel in front of the cross
We like a cold beer and how some gals can really fill out a pair of daisy dukes
We cant walk by a card board box full of puppies
We love the mountains and our freedom
We are the ones that get called show up and do something
i like it...
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Really nice, Longhunter
If'n you need someone to publish your poetry in a book, I'm a pretty fair publisher!
Lloyd
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Thanks Lloyd, I'll keep that in mind. Here's the you tube version
Epic Saga of a Mountainman (Ron LaClair) - YouTube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBqQz8ydwRE)
And this'n
I AR A MOUNTAINMAN (Ron LaClair) - YouTube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1odvIXqz2I)
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God Love ya and preserve ye forever. I admire you and your life style may you both last forever. "Doc"
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Thank you "Doc". May the life style live forever, however as mere mortals our time on this earth is limited. We do the best we can and hope somehow our efforts make it better for future generations.....
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Ron:
Sure am glad that God placed people like you here with us to say that which I feel - Thanks much
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Epic saga of a Mountainman
I'm a mountainman born and bred
I roam high where the trees don't grow
I stay up there when others head down
at winters first hard snow.
I can sleep in the snow in ma buffler robe
rolled up as snug as can be.
When mornin comes I jus shake off the ice
I'm a mountainman wild an free
I eat painter, beaver, elk an buffler
It don't much matter ta me
meats meat when yer in the mountains
I'm a mountainman wild and free
I takes a bath most ever month
scub with a rock from neck ta knee
ice in the crick don't bother me none
I'm a mountainman wild an free
In the heat a summer I runs near neked
a breech clout hangs ta ma knee
the burnin sun makes ma hide like leather
I'm a mountainman wild an free
If'in ya ever come ta the shinin mountains
look high, that's where I'll be
trapin beaver an huntin elk
I'm a mountainman wild and free
That shines! Really shines!
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Ron, I realize that you posted this a good 5 years ago but I just registered on this forum yesterday and saw this today. It is things like this poem that keep me going as I sit at a desk at work longing to be where I was meant to be and doing the things He made me to do. Thanks, compadre for giving this to us.
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Ron, I realize that you posted this a good 5 years ago but I just registered on this forum yesterday and saw this today. Thanks, compadre for giving this to us.
TurkeyCreek,
Thanks for that input.Lots of info we have could or should be brought up
again,especially by new sign ups. You should here Ron's story about the haunted deer
area he hunts. If you ask nice,I am sure Ron would post the link to that great story.
Or I am sure someone else knows the story I speak of.
BTW,Welcome to the forum.Hope you will contribute often.Maybe
consider taking a minute or so and introduce yourself.
snake-eyes
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Thanks Snake-eyes. Now, Ron, I'm a askin' real purty like if you'd be so kind as to share your tale of the haunted huntin' area! I just love a good story!!!
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Here is the bow version, there's also a flintlock version but it's not on video.
The Ghost of Armstrong Creek (Ron LaClair) - YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N99b5ZsGzDw)
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Thanks Ron. Thoroughly enjoyed the video.
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I left the frenzy of the bottom grounds. I went to dwell in the Rocky Mountains, to live a self sufficient life. Wanting peace in life and balance with Nature. I felt it was possible to dwell among the natives and become mutually beneficial friends. Auuugh. I was wrong. The kilt me dead. M' friends found and buried me high in a sunny recessed meadow. I will return in another time.
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We Was Mountainmen
I remember when we was mountainmen
seems like it wern't long ago
We was Bullhide tough and we played real rough
there wern't a man that we couldn't throw
When we pulled down on a deer our eyes was clear
an that critter was soon on a pole
We Mountainmen,... you'd a thought back then
that we would ever grow old
We shoot smoothbores now, can't see em rear sights
but the front sight is still fairly clear
We load them smoothies with a big round ball
an still manage to kill us some deer
We still rendezvous an we still count coup
but it ain't like it use ta be
Our joints is worn an it's hard ta run
when ya got a titanium knee
Then there's them pipes, ya just never know
if they're in the shape they should be
So the Doc he say's, Son I think it's time
ya got a colonoscopy
Can't sleep no more on the cold hard ground
since we got that new plastic hip
use ta drink a whole jug round the fire at night
now it's just a few little sips
The day will come...not far down the road
when they'll wanna put us in a home
They'll say we're too old ta be out in the cold
too old ta hunt on our own
When they come ta take me to that old folks home
on some cold dark rainy night
They'll sure be surprised when this old Coon say's
"BOYS, THAT'LL BE AFTER THE FIGHT!"
But if they win, an I'm put in
to that fearsom lonely place
to swaller pills cuz I got the chills
mongst wrinkles on my face,
Then remember me, ya all that's still free,
an hold to the mountain creed
To never rest, but fight yer best
Til the old coon is finely freed
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Amen.
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(same what roaddog sed...)
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Hello Longhunter!
It's good to see this post pops up every once in a while. But with writings that shine such as yours, its hardly a surprise.
Just wanted you to know that the second version of Epic Saga of a Mountainman, (the song version), gets at least one, and often several requests at every Rondy that this coon gets to. I keep scratchin at that funny shaped box with the wires on it and howlin like a gut shot wolf pup, and people keep asking fer it - mostly the deaf. :evil: Guess they got no taste in music (or whatever ya call those noises I make).
2 Locks
AKA Forgets-His-S__t
AKA Kid Guitar
AKA Shine
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Them was shinin times Pard
(http://www.shrewbows.com/rons_linkpics/TRR%20evening.JPG)
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Here's another'n at the fire with you, "Kid Guitar" strumin and us enjoyin the music
(http://www.shrewbows.com/rons_linkpics/Kid%20Guitar%20at%20camp.JPG)