Yukon Cornelius

What is this?

2007-03-07T20:42:00.001-05:00

-The prophesy-

When stone bearer and phoenix meet.

When old power and heir do flee.

The lion in flight the bird of prey.

Will come to aid of those who seek.

part 4

2007-03-07T20:41:00.001-05:00

Once upon a time a man went walking with his dog Max, he entered the forest and never returned. Mark was a twelve year old, a medium sized boy with short black hair, and brown eyes. He liked the outdoors, to fish, hunt, and explore. When he was just a baby his father had gone for a walk with their dog Max and never returned. But Max did. Marks mother and relatives searched for ages , but they never found his father.

It was an early summer morning, Mark was looking at the familiar sights. To the north was the forest, a towering menace, rising from the forest were great mountains of extraordinary heights, and beyond those mountains he did not know, tails were told of great wilderness full of monsters from children's story's and old wives tales. Today his mother had given him permission to go on a camping trip for a week, Mark immediately began packing. He was now ready to go, his mother warned him to stay away from the forest, he gladly agreed. As he walked down the path he began playing with Max, Max was a mongrel of unknown breed, in other words a mutt. Mark and Max had always been friends, ever since Marks father had disappeared they had been inseparable, they did everything together. Late in the morning they arrived at the river, he and Max played in the shallows till Mark got hungry. While he ate Max trotted of in search of something to eat. While he waited Mark watched the river roll by, the trees were full of leaves, the sun was beating down on Mark, so he moved to the shade of a cottonwood, and slowly fell asleep. When he woke Max was waiting for him, so he put the rest of his food back in his pack and began following the rivers northward course.

As Mark and Max followed the river , Mark espied a fallen tree that made a bridge between the shore and an island in the river. He climbed onto the log and began walking towards the island. Suddenly! He slipped and fell into the roaring current below, as hard as he tried he could do nothing but come up for breath, the rivers hold was to strong. In his panic Mark had failed to notice were he was going, Mark wondered how much longer he could come up for breath before he drowned, then he felt something pull him out of the water. It was Max! Then Mark realized with a rush of panic, he was in the middle of the forest. Then Mark heard a bellowing roar and a piercing cry of an eagle. Then he saw what he would not easily forget.

Part 4

2006-12-12T21:01:00.000-05:00

Part 4

The rest of that day was spent preparing for their journey, as they prepared Constipatio and Jack were given a dagger and leather jerkins for protection in case they were attacked. The wizard took no armor although Jack noticed he carried a long slender blade that glowed silver. When they finished making all preparations that could be made. They ate a short meal and went too sleep. Constipatio and Jack where awakened with a soft shake, it was still dark out. They departed with few words, as they walked along Constipatio noticed how quite and peaceful the woods seemed. As the sun rose Jack heard the sound of water, shortly after they arrived at a stream where they had a short meal. As they sat there eating Ulvario suddenly tensed, Jack and Constipatio suddenly heard a screeching wail of a beast in rage. Suddenly Ulvario shouted, “down!” before their eyes was a mighty beast twenty feet tall, its body was long and slender, its arms were covered in shining steel, its breastplate was also of steel, the beasts jaws were gaping and its teeth like knives. Along its spine ran spikes, its tail was barbed. In its clawed hands it wielded a mace.

As it looked upon them Jack gave a cry of horror, as Constipatio turned he saw a group of creatures around his size, they wore armor that looked as if it had been scavenged from the dead of all kinds. They wielded short swords and many other random weapons. They were attacking Jack and attempting to disarm him, then Constipatio realized they were trying to take him alive. With a sharp cry he raced to his friends aid. As he charged into the creatures he drew his dagger and slashed the nearest one, it toppled down at his feet. Before he could think he was swarmed on, then Jack drew his own dagger and began attacking, then Ulvario shouted a word Constipatio could not understand and the creatures fell dead. Constipatio and Jack turned and witnessed a brutal battle, Ulvario was evading and slashing at the beast as it continually smashed its mace down nearly crushing Ulvario numerous times. At last the beast's mace became stuck in the ground as it brought it down with such incredible force. Ulvario took advantage of the pause and pointed his sword at the beasts face, the sword erupted in flame and a bolt of fire smashed the creature in the eye. At this blow the creature toppled forward and died before it hit the ground.

As Constipatio looked upon the fallen creature Ulvario said, “are any of you hurt?”, they both shook their heads and he said “good we must make haste.” As they began they're journey at a much quicker pace Constipatio asked, “what were those creatures?” Ulvario replied, “The large one that I attacked I am not sure, the creatures that attacked you were lesser minotaurs. They are lesser forms of the true minotaurs, who are a formidable enemy indeed. These creatures are the reason I had you flee and follow me to the gnomes for they are all that is left on this island. Yes those creatures attacked the night you met me, they destroyed your village and all who lived in it. This land is no longer safe.” on hearing this Jack gave a cry of despair and Constipatio could not think of what to stay but instead shook his head in frustration and horror.

As night fell Ulvario stopped and they had a hurried meal, then they moved on. It was nearly midnight (Constipatio thought) when they finally stopped and rested. Ulvario took the first watch Jack the second and Constipatio the third. Constipatio was awoken by Jack who said it was his watch and went to sleep immediately. When the moon had gone down and the sun was just starting to rise Constipatio awoke the others and they continued their journey (after a small meal). As they walked Constipatio began to realize that this journey would change the course of his life, there was no going back. That night they stopped in a small grassy hollow. As they prepared to sleep Jack asked the wizard, “ What does the dark lord want from our island?” Ulvario replied, “ His purpose I'm yet unsure of, what I do know is it has something to do with that creature I killed. As Constipatio took his turn on the watch he began to feel drowsy, as his thoughts wandered he was brought back to reality by a tremor in the earth.

Part 3

2006-11-17T23:51:00.000-05:00

Constipatio and Jack awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking, as they wiped the sleep from their eyes, a knock sounded on the door of the room. the wizards voice came through anouncing breakfast. While they ate he said, "I apologize for frightening you last night, I kept my name secret for the simple reason that I did not want anybody or anything to hear it. But now I have deemed it safe to give you my name, my name is Ulvario."

When they had finished eating Jack said, "what is going on?" "a good question", said Ulvario "The answer is a little more complicated, The simplified answer is, many years ago a powerful elven wizard from the west turned bad (or so we believe), he gatherd many dark creatures to himself and attempted as all agents of darkness do, to destroy the elves, gnomes, dwarves , and men. But he was defeated and he fled to the north, beyond the seas of ice into the great northern reaches of our world where he passed out of all knowledge. Now, about 100 years ago the elven lands were beset by a great evil an unknown being drives them our land has been at war with them ever since, now as we fought this war we began to realize that the other lands were also in peril and before long the evil would attempt to destroy them too. I and a few others were sent by the head of our order to monitor the enemys movements, we were to do whatever it took to stop him. Just days before we set out on our mission one of the elven scholars discoverd an ancient prophecy that stated in one of the lands we were setting out for the son of the gnome king would be found, I was the one who would find him." " You are that one." on hearing this Jack absentmindedly shoved his fork up his nose, Constipatio on the other hand just stared at Ulvario in disbelief. Then Jack said, "that doesn't make any sense, I thought gnomes gave better names to their children than "Constipatio" besides whats your proof?". Ulvario said, "a wise question which I can and will answer, For one thing his name is not Constipatio as those cheese obsessed villagers say, secondly this island is not even called stinking bishop. Upon hearing this Constipatio said "Why don't I remember my parents?".

Ulvario said, "The reason is more than one sentence long, it goes back about 30 years when you where just a baby. Your mother was an elf and your father was a gnome. Your grand-father died and your father inherited the throne of the gnome king. But evil was near, shortly after you were born the dark lord I have told you about. He sent his servants against the gnomes, we believed it to be a full front war. But it was a trap, your father sent your mother away to safety with the other refugees. But on the journey the dark lord sent his servants and they ambushed the refugees on their journey. many died some fled into the wild, never to be seen again. But you dissapeared, some thought you died like your mother, some think you were captured. Until now no one knew you lived. That is a secret we must keep."

After a few minutes of silence Jack broke it and said "So... were are we going?", Ulvario came out of his thoughtful silence and said, "My task has just begun now that I have found you I must bring you to the gnomes fortress. I will then take you to your father and from their on I know not what we must do."

English short story

2006-10-25T23:16:00.000-04:00

so I had to write a short story for english and I decided to share it with you. Please give me feedback on what to change or add. Here we go.

The Dark Son of Stuart

Rogan Stuart awoke with a start, the servant standing there whispered in his ear. Rogan got up and dressing quickly headed out along the stone passageway. When he reached his father's room he was greeted with a shocking sight, there lay his father pale and sweaty, a group of medics clustered around him. “What happened?” asked Rogan . “He was bit by a viper” came the unexpected reply. Rogan’s father spoke in a hoarse whisper saying ,”Rogan I soon shall die and when that happens you shall be king in my stead, with your brothers beside you.” Rogan turned and asked a guard whether the snake had been found. “No my lord I was first to respond to your fathers cry and there was no snake there.” Just then a harsh gasp escaped his fathers lips and Rogan turned to his bed but his father was dead. Rogan turned stonefaced and walked out of the room to seek the army commander.
Harkon woke with a mysterious feeling of dread. Smoke from a torch made the room dim and his eyes water; squinting around the room he saw his brother Jeb sitting there with his head in his hands. ”What is it?” he asked. “Our father is dead,” was all the response he could get out of him. Just as Harkon rose up to question his brother the door burst open with a crash and there stood the army commander , Hendel Kardel. “My lords you must flee your brother has ordered that you be killed. I disagreed with him and my life is also forfeit!” With a flurry of unanswered questions running through their heads the brothers dressed and taking up swords followed the grizzled army commander out into the passageway. A cool breeze blew through a window as they went by, causing Jeb to shiver. Their only hope was to get out of the city before the guards could be summoned. As they crossed the lawn they broke into a run, when they heard a shout rise from the palace behind them. Running through the city streets with guards behind them, Hendel took charge. “Split up and run, meet me at the gates when your pursuit is lost!” Gasping for breath and their hearts pounding the brothers fairly flew through the streets. As they rounded a corner they colided with a group of guards and in the turmoil Jeb was seized and bound.
With a crash the door slammed shut behind Jeb and he was plunged into a darkness worse than any he had ever known. It was cold and damp in the dungeon and smelled of sewage and decay. As his eyes gradualy adjusted, Jeb wondered about Hendel and Harkon, whether they had escaped or not and why his older brother wanted them killed. While Jeb sat in the dark Hendel and Harkon,who had met back up, were planning a way to rescue Jeb and kill Rogan. Meanwhile Rogan paced nervously in circles with sweat upon his furrowed brow as he thought over all the times that he had been mistreated by his younger brothers, Rogan was begining to lose his mind and every memory left was twisted to show his brothers as the antagonists. Then he heard a noise, a slight noise, and turning he gazed about the darkened room with eyes that were blurred with fatigue, he heard the noise again It was a rustle like corn against silk, soft,and yet even in his demented state he could sense danger. He turned to leave the room in a flurry of robes and taking a step forward trod upon a viper, the mate of that which had killed his father. The viper's fangs flashed and so died Rogan Stuart.
Hendel and Harkon burst into the throneroom and found Rogan dead on the floor. As Hendel examined the body Harkon spoke and grief filled his voice, "I don't understand why he tried to kill us, we were always close as kids and when Jeb was born we always looked out for him..., as Harkon rambled on about their childhood, Hendel found the bite marks and instantly went to full alert with all his senses. A shout rose from the city and a cat ran through the room. As he stood there, he felt a shiver run down his spine, and it was not the breeze. Turning slowly he froze with horror and watched as a snake slowly slid toward Harkon. Harkon had stopped talking and was sitting there oblivious to the danger. Spurred into action Hendel let out a grunt as he heaved his sword through the air chopping the snake's head off. Harkon rose shaking his head as if in a stupor and turned slowly out the door looking for his brother. It was a bitter sweet reunion between the brothers and it took a while to return the kingdom to normal. But one year later the brothers sat down in their thrones as the musicians celebrated the new kings.

2nd part

2006-08-05T20:30:00.000-04:00

here is the 2nd part of mine and hampsters story. do read on.

part 2

Constipatio and Jack both gasped,before there eyes the sky was turning green, and a huge whirlwind engulfed the volcano! As they watched the strange (and I must say rather frightening sight) an ever so faint breeze swept around there ankles and a voice said, “come we must leave”.

Jack looked at his now empty bottle in disbelief , Did I just hear a dog say the village was gone, and now order us to leave?” “No I said that!” Jack looked up in fright there standing were Champlion had been was a tall man or was it a man?

His robes were like silver and his eyes like lightning. Constipatio said “who are you?” the man (or was it a man?) replied “does it matter? For I am a friend and wizard “ Constipatio immediately shouted “WAT DID YOU DO TO MY DOG!?!” the wizard said “I am your dog” at that moment Jack groaned and looked at his empty bottle yet again, saying as he examined it “how old is this stuff?” then he said “how much did I pack?”. At that moment the rain came, Constipatio took no notice of it and said what do you mean? The wizard said “I will show you” and as he spoke a mist engulfed him but even as it came it left, and there before them stood Champlion. Then again the mist came and went, and before them stood (yet again) the wizard. Constipatio took this for all the evidence he needed (as did Jack) and asked, “how are you Champlion?” The wizard sighed and said “things are not as they seem” follow me and I shall explain in full out of danger.

The wizard led them and down the hill and through the woods for what seemed hours, after a time the wizard quietly said “stop” then Constipatio realized these woods looked very different they where older denser and quieter, then Constipatio realized, this was the great forest. As it turned out this was only the edge of the great forest and not nearly as bad as the heart of the forest. The wizard led them towards a large tree were he (quite oddly) mumbled some words to it. Much to Constipatio and Jacks surprise a small opening appeared in the ground at the base of the tree. The wizard quickly motioned too them too enter which they did obediently. Inside was a small room lit by lamp and a fire, by the opening was a man a little shorter than Jack, introduced himself (quite simply) as Tom. The wizard entered even as they where taking in all the details he said in a kind voice “Hello Tom” Tom replied “hello sir,” and Constipatio realized they did not know what the wizards name was.

The wizard said “forgive me for not introducing myself, you may continue to call me Champ, as for your names, I already know them.” Constipatio was at loss for words, Jack was overjoyed (for this meant his rum was still fit for drinking) Constipatio ventured to ask “how come you acted like my dog?” Champ replied “That story must wait, for now beds await. You will learn the answers soon enough.” At that Champ bade Them all good night and swept out of the room down a narrow hall Tom said “ you and Jack shall sleep in the guest room along with Champ” Constipatio said “where are we?” Tom said “somewhere safe, now I shall take you too your room.” The room was rather empty except for a four sets of bunk beds and a small fireplace. Tom bade them good night and left. As Constipatio lay in bed he wondered two things one was, what is going on? And the other, what time is it?

The story of... Constipatio

2006-07-24T14:10:00.000-04:00

The other day hampster and I decided to write a short story together. We have come out with the first part so please read it. Now it will be posted here and on hampster blog so you may want to read both blog's because there may be some slight variations of the story in the next few weeks.
Enjoy

Part 1

Once upon a time in the land of Stinking Bishop a young lad awoke to a bright day. This is were our story begins.

It was early morning when Constipatio a tall lanky young man (he was bald due too a birth defect) awoke. He was not like everyone else in his cheese loving village, because he was allergic to cheese it had been so from birth, which is where his name comes from.

Constipatio woke slightly groggy yet happy, this was the day of the great cheese festival!! Now he couldn't eat cheese but He, his dog Champlion and his friend Jack Walter Daniels (Who might I add LOVED!! rum) had a small party of there own. Now Constipatio ate his breakfast (all non dairy of course), quickly put on his boots and walked north to his friends house. Seeing as it was a warm sunny day he brought no jacket, just a knapsack (full of all manner of none dairy picnic foods and beverages), his walking stick and his dog, Champlion.

Jack (a short stocky man with dirty blond hair and a sparse goatee) was sitting on his back deck smoking a pipe and watching the fog melt away,as he sat he reflected on his plans for the day. He was going on a picnic with his friend Constipatio, now Jack did not like picnics in particular but his friend did and so Jack had said yes to the idea and they were leaving in half an hour. Little did he know that this picnic would save there lives.

Jack heard the doorbell and went to answer, it was Constipatio, “hello Jack ready for our outing?” said Constipatio, “Sure am mate,but how about turning it into an overnighter?” said Jack,”sure but that means carrying a lot more stuff,”said Constipatio. As they changed the plans Champlion started arguing with a terrier on the street. When they were in the thick of it Constipatio opened the door, “be quiet Champ,” as Champlion slunk inside the terrier gave a parting yip. Constipatio picked up a rock and chucked it after him but the terrier was already gone.

As Constipatio walked back inside Jack said “what was that about?” “oh Champ was fighting with another dog, are we ready?” said Constipatio. Constipatio and Jack set out too there camping spot at about noon. Now it was only a short hike to the camping spot about 5 miles in all. They were planning on camping in a hilltop meadow, this meadow had quite the view, to the far east of the meadow was the great volcano prov., to the north the great forest, to the south was there dear village of Wensleydale , to the west was the great sea.

While they hiked along Jack noticed something,”were is Champlion?” He asked. “Oh he is probably off chasing rabbits,”said Constipatio. They soon reached the camp site and started cooking dinner. By the time they were finished eating Constipatio was getting worried Champlion was still not back,”have you seen Champ, Jack?” Just then they heard the most horrible wailing either of them had ever heard. “What is that?”said Jack, Champ came hurtling into the fire light and sobbed “help the village is gone!!!” “what!?” said Jack and Constipatio together. Then they noticed all was silent... and the stars were gone!!

To The Master.

2006-02-20T11:31:00.000-05:00

Here you go Master Aegidius, the reward for persevering in the face of impossible odds and pestering until I had to post or never show my face again, I dedicate this post to...(dramatic drumroll)The Master. The flies that you see there are all yours when I see you next, take note how the grass hopper has a shelf wing so its body may hang lower, the nymphs are tied to look very ugly and the Prince has good porportions,your work paid off I listened and learned. (sorry I just had to say that). In August we hope to be in Missoula,if we are, you can come up there and I will take you on one of our rivers ,instead of the Madison or Gallatin it will be Rock Creek or the Clarks Fork maybe even the Bitter Root. It will be warm and the fish will be taking grasshoppers as we float down river then after we finish a twenty minute drive home to eat dinner and we can Fish the evening hatch by Caras Park then in the morning you can go home in just Two and a half hours. Or in winter you can invite us down to your place and we will hunt birds or maybe deer. Now of course this all depends on The Master,will he condescend?It is up to him, and everyone else? They can either stay away or come with us.

2005-11-11T23:37:00.000-05:00

So I am under the gun it's Write or Die,But I shall escape those evil forces trying to kill me and post a dazzling piece of art...um...um...um...Dang. Oh well, I was told by my Mom today that I had to do school every day except for holidays and Sundays for Five months to go to Montana and play baseball. I think, Oh, that's not too bad until I realize it's two days after Christmas and I am doing schoolwork while everyone else plays outside, but that has its perks in May when I can say I already finished school for the year. Anyways the leaves here are turning and it is quite pretty except for the smog, so right now I pretty much stay inside till school gets out and then stay inside some more since nobody wants to play football. I will miss the people we have met here when we leave. I have a much different view of Philadelphia than when we got here. In other words no complaints. And now who can tell me the scientific name for the Vampire bat?bedtime.

Rocks that Roll

2005-11-04T22:50:00.000-05:00

So ,I would like to inform all those who shake their heads in despair as they see my blog, that there is hope, I am actually posting on an impulse instead of being forced to write lame-o stuff, and who can guess the topic? ROCK'S..."what?" Say all who are just getting on for the first time in the past week, I have started balancing rocks in artistic designs(it's fun). Now why you might ask are you doing this? That sounds monotonous,it can be,but I happen to like making abstract useless pieces of granite balance in some bizzare shape.(It can also calm anger, parents take note,and best of all...its FREE). Basically the point is to take rocks and balance them on top of another rock and hope they don't just roll off and make you do it all over again and if you need guidelines we don't have any. If you are interested check out Granite Peaks and then come back and leave a comment. since we are talking about rocks, what is the square root of 123? Just kidding.

Dad wants a post

2005-10-20T13:56:00.000-04:00

Ok, my last post was quite short and my dad wants me to post something longer than a couple sentences but I don't know what to write so don't expect a post on just one subject. My dad and just about everyone else can just sit down and blog but I have trouble finding things to write about except for baseball,fishing,hunting and how bad it is in Philadelphia. Whoops thats plenty of stuff and I will start with an intro of how boring it is here... So when we got back from Montana this fall I was thinking "it can't be too bad its only nine months." Think again, it is already quite boring and I find myself thinking of Montana and hunting,and fishing,and baseball,and Montana again. Then I go practice pitching which starts me thinking of baseball again and the circle continue. Then there are days when the boy from down the street tells me that highschool is going to be BORING, WORSE THAN IT IS IN PHILADELPHIA. Great,just great. and Mom tells me I need to do more schooldays than I have done to go play baseball in Montana next spring. It isn't that bad really, but school? More? It is the automatic reaction, at least mine is, (and every other kid I know) But I just have five months to go. I can make it as long as I don't explode with the waiting. So aside from the fact that it isn't THAT boring here there is the benefit that if the volcano under yellowstone goes I won't be there and I won't get consumed in the lava. All in all I am quite happy with being here and it hasn't been that bad here in Philadelphia. What is the word for rock formed from magma? That still probably isn't long enough for dad but it is for mom.

October mind

2005-10-20T12:41:00.000-04:00

So I am receiving hints that I am trying peoples patience with my blog. But that's not why I am posting. I was reading in Barns and Nobles and as usual fishing was the books main content(hunting was there too) and I realized that fishing stories are just outlets for peoples feelings or else boasts about the fish they caught. I prefer the former but that is because when I read them I think of lakes in the Beartooths where if you aren't catching fish you can listen and look around you just drinking it in and if you are like me you are quickly cut down to size you realize how big the mountains realy are and that you are nothing compared to them. When I think about past trips I can not remember half the details of the lake because there is so much of it and when you realize that God created all of it fish seem kind of small in the larger perspective. Anyways I was reading and as usual it takes me forever to decide that fishing is not about the fish so much but is a way to remind ourselves that we are fragile and God is eternal.

"All men are like grass and their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall but the word of the Lord stands forever."
1Peter 1:24

NASA

2005-09-22T09:17:00.000-04:00

If you still read my blog you probably are wondering why I haven't posted in twenty one days. The answer is less than satisfactory so I wont tell you. But for school I had to read this thing about NASA and it turns out they wnt to go back to the Moon. Their plan is to have to seperate launches and in the first launch they will send up a unmanned capsule into low earth orbit. Then they send up the manned space craft and it will dock to the unmanned capsule and they will head to the Moon when they land on the Moon they will leave the capsule in orbit around the it and then eventualy they will relaunch,hook up with the capsule, and head back to Earth. For the full story check out this link Click here

SORRY

2005-08-29T12:27:00.000-04:00

I suppose that if I tried I could probably crank out a post a week but I don't try and so I have many ideas about a topic I could use just please excuse any rambling. It is almost over. school starts and kids start counting the days untill Christmas. I am talking about the end of summer. I really don't mind it being over exept for the fact we have to go back to Philadelphia on wednesday It is a three day trip driving eighteen hours a day. What makes it so bad is that we are leaving Montana A fact that is pure torture if you have ever lived there. The only way to survive is remember the days spent in the mountains. Like the day we caught twenty five fish in four hours or the day we went fishing with Master Aegidius on the Gallatin river or even just remember Dad taking pictures. There were also the days that the family spent with friends like the Skiles or the many other families in the church. All these things mean I have more than just Baseball to look forward to next summer. See you later

Malachi

It 's thursday already?!!!

2005-07-28T16:37:00.000-04:00

Ok, I know I'm late but it has been a busy week. Kinda. Sorta. Not at all. My ecxuse? Don't have one. You probably know the story of the Illfated fishing trip from reading granitepeaks.But for the less informed here goes. (at this time author decides he does not feel like typing anymore and quites,Sorry).

Time, 3:00 in morning. Day, saturday the 23 of July. Setting,back of excursion. Characters present,Author, uncle and dad. At 3:00 A.M. dads alarm goes of all three subjects awake and prepare to hike to a lake 8 miles back. Time, 3:30 A.M. aforementioned threesome start hiking under full moon. Time, 4:30 A.M. Subject reach waypoint. Waypoint being valley with lake in it. Subjects see that valley is filled with smoke from fire. Time4:45 A.M. Subjects decide to go on.(Note:At this time auther decides to continue story). Well you may have guessed that the subjects were none other than yours truly and company.Anyway we hiked up the sidecanyon 28 switch backs in all and a grand total of six miles.by the time we got up there it was light and there was smoke coming from over the ridge.bad? maybe. We debated for half an hour with the decision finally being to turn around, during this time a spotter plane flew over and checked out all the side canyons. As we hiked out the smoke cleared off and we never heard any of the results of it. We ended up hiking about 12 miles total.Results? No fishing And sore legs.

TIme 4:37. Day28th of july.Report finished.

2005-07-20T20:48:00.000-04:00

Ok, I am back and I am going to write whatever comes into my head. So I just put up a very lame post but it takes up room and so this is just asking you to put up your favorite quote(book,movie or in person)and person who first said it. See you later.

2005-07-20T20:25:00.000-04:00

You know it is hard to write a blog post without inspiration. My dad is always posting something and so is just about every one else. Here I am not writing anything except when it has been a long time since last post. What do you do when you have bloggers block? I can't say really since I almost never write on this blog. It is just plain hard to find something to write about.But since there is nothing else to do I am writing now. What do you do when you are stuck in the same pattern and you can't break it? I have had maybe two good posts in the months since I started and I mean much better than average. Well you type a lot and hope it comes out interesting,that's what I am doing right now. Did it work? you tell me...Sorry just working the kinks out and having fun saying one thing and thinking another. So we(my dad, maybe my brother , and I) are going fishing and I was wondering why my brother doesn't want to go (it is actualy going to be a hard hike)so I asked him and got the oldest answer in the books"I just don't want to."Now why would he say that I don't know and it is totaly irellevant (I think that's how you spell it)so back to fishing. Anyways I will have a great post to put up with some pictures and this post is JUST a heads up.SEE YOU LATER.

Late again...ooohhh WELL!!!!!

2005-07-09T16:50:00.000-04:00

Sorry, this is way overdue and so, I return to the drawing board. And try to write about something with no inspiration....AT ALL... I MEAN NOTHING...ZIP...NONE...Z E R O. Ok,so I do have my trademark and I usualy do it at the end,But I'm DESPERATE. so here goes. What is the scientific name of the White rhino. That's it... done...you can leave now.bye.

You? I thought you left. Ok I give up here goes and some pictures too (if my brother will help). On independance day(JULY FOURTH) my family all got up at four in the morning to go fishing in the mountains. Well it was a gorgeous day and we caught fish but the best part was the flowers. Dad took over one hundred pictures and so I will show them to you if you read this. So have fun.

way late!

2005-06-21T22:15:00.000-04:00

This is about thirty days overdue so I have a lot to blog about. Here goes...I have been busy playing baseball and until yesterday I was still playing.But we lost and so we are out of the tournament. On Sunday we went up to the Pryor mountains and we just drove around in them taking in the scenery.(By the way I will put up the pictures later). It was a nice day and there were plenty of people up there. That was a lot of fun but Saturday was better. After winning a Baseball game my Dad and I went for a bike ride we saw tons of rabbits and took lots of pictures. Then as we were riding back Dad passed a rock and a snake struck at him. I was behind and hit the brakes. It turned out to be a Bull snake that was five feet long with the remains of a baby rabbit in its mouth. ( If you want the full story you can check it out on granite peaks). That was quite interesting and made for a very exiting finish to the day. I know it is not very detailed and I will fill you in later just letting you know I am back.

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Baseball.

2005-05-11T09:32:00.000-04:00

Here are some pictures of Malachi playing baseball.

signed,

Micah.

So thats about it.

Sorry,been a while

2005-05-08T22:37:00.000-04:00

It has been a while since I posted last and I am just filling you in. Well on the 5 of May my team played a baseball game that we lost in extra innings. They are doing better and playing as a team. So I am writing this just to tell you about the latest baseball news. I have been up to bat 23 times and have had base hits15 times. My team is three and three with two games that were postponed. That is the latest news from me. And now the moment you are waiting for. What is the scientific name of the...wait...wait...barn owl? See you later.

Malachi

2005-04-23T21:30:00.000-04:00

I flew out from Philadelphia to play baseball but if my team does not get the act together it will be a waste of money for me. I played a baseball game today and it was an awesome day in Montana the sun was shining it was warm... of course my team was losing 14 to 4. Well it should have been us winning but we weren't so it was no suprise when coach put us through the ringer afterwards. During the game about the third inning half my team gave up and we started making errors. Simple things like throwing the ball on target and getting in front of the ball did not happen. The errors were all things we had practiced for two weeks and I don't blame my coach for being mad at us. If you read this and think "it's just a game" you don't know my coach and you don't know me. It is realy about trying to do your best because to be honest it's not fun to lose. Now you may think I am a kid that will get mad if I lose,"I don't,"I get mad when my team gives up on the game. Now I don't know why I wrote this since it is probably boring to you. If you read this far don't worry I'm done ranting and raving. Now the fun part. What is the scientific name for the Wolverine? Answer? I have no idea.

Malachi,

Fishing ramblings

2005-04-21T07:03:00.000-04:00

It has been a long time since I have had time to write. I am sorry and please bear with me. Anyways I went fishing yesterday and in Montana it was 34 degrees. Now if you think fishing is sitting in a chair throwing a worm you have it wrong. Real fishing is as an old angler put it "standing in a river and waving a stick." What he was talking about was flyfishing. Flyfishing is a lot harder than the old" throw a worm" in and I won't go into details other than to flyfish is to have patience and to practice a lot. When you finaly catch a fish you get an ego that says you can catch anything because you know the strategy. You get humbled when a kid with a stick and bent hatpin for a hook sells you his fish he caught with a worm. If you apply what you learn it does make you a better fisherman. Well back on subject it was cold while I fished and if I had stayed longer I might have caught something but I did not stay more than an hour because it was time for dinner.Now a hour is not much fishing by my standards but I will take an hour fishing in the snow to one hour shoveling snow. So I went fishing and had a lot of fun. I rambled and I'm sorry but thanks for bearing with me on this. I had to write something and finaly just a brain teaser. What is the scientific name for brook trout? Thanks and goodbye:)

Continuation of last week.

2005-03-21T12:56:00.000-05:00

When my great Grandpa was finished with high school he went with his brother to Indiana looking for work. A couple weeks later he hopped a train to Chicago. He could not find work there and so hopped trains to New York looking for a job on a oceon liner. He finaly got a job on one and sailed for a couple journeys. He then went back to Montana and went through a year of college. After the school year he got a job on the ship Leviathan as a carpenter on the journey he had to fix any minor damages. The first journey they had bad weather and he considered finding a new ship. He stayed on and a couple days out they had a storm that caused a crack almost an inch wide on the top deck they repaired it and he arrived a few days late back in Montana for the start of school. The next trip was on a different ship and as they sailed he developed a hurnia. He got off the ship in Seatle and had surgery. But by the time he got out of the hospital it as time to head back to school. When he graduated as a Chem.Major the Great Depression hit and he was stuck without a job. He hopped trains around the states looking for work and doing odd jobs.

In the next segment I will tell you more but that is all for now.

Deer

2005-03-19T17:38:00.000-05:00

Malachi's first deer

2005-03-15T14:35:00.000-05:00

This post will come in segments because it would take all day to write. I just finished reading a book about the first forty years of my great Grandpa Lauson's life. ...Spencer Norman Lauson was born in 1901,the sixth child of eight,in South Dakota and a couple months later the family moved to North Dakota but it was a hard life and they moved to Billings Montana in time for winter. His first 12 years of life the whole family worked to survive. In 1914 his father died. His five older brothers went to town to find jobs and Bill, as everyone called him, helped his mother at home. He was facinated by geography as a kid in a one room school house and resolved to visit the places he read about. That took a while to write so that's all for today.

First deer!!!!!!!

2005-03-07T15:35:00.000-05:00

Ok, so my dad wants me to tell the story of how I shot my first deer. Here goes...

In November I flew out to Montana to hunt elk and deer. I arived about about one on thursday afternoon and was picked up by my Grandpa. We got my license and tags then Grandpa worked for a couple hours. We went to bible study and when we got home it was nine. we were up till ten getting ready to leave. We got up early the next morning and drove four hours hours up into the Crazy mountains. We got there about nine A.M.and unloaded. We were staying at a friends cabin and as we unloaded it started to snow. Since there was already three inches it resulted in fresh tracking snow.we started hunting about ten A.M. After about an hour we cut fresh elk tracks Grandpa had an idea where he might be bedded down and we hunted it hard. As we were looking I saw elk moving through the timber. I pointed them out and Grandpa fired over the back of one. I could not find them in the scope,Grandpa realized it was on nine power and cranked it down but they had already ran. We hunted hard all day and saw elk but did not get a shot off. As we were hiking back to camp I shot over the back of a mule deer. My uncle Jake hunted with us for a day. Early on we saw deer but they disappeared. Later as we were hiking uncle Jake saw a mule deer buck. We ate lunch in some trees. After lunch we split up. Uncle Jake sat on a knob and Grandpa took me on a big loop through some timber. As we were walking we heard two shots and then a bit later cut people tracks Grandpa put me on a little hill and went looking for uncle Jake. As I sat there waiting for Grandpa to come back I heard a thumping sort of noise and so I got ready and a deer ran out I pulled the trigger and the deer fell over. Grandpa came back with uncle Jake about five to ten minutes later and we cleaned the deer out. The shots we had heard earlier were uncle Jake killing a grouse. We hunted four more days and another person came up and shot a cow elk but neither Grandpa or I shot an elk. I flew back to Philadelphia on Thanksgiving day. My grandpa went back up in December and killed a cow elk.

Well there it is. That's how I killed my first deer.

IT'S BORING IN MARCH!!!!!

2005-03-03T08:35:00.000-05:00

You know its pretty boring having a blog in March when no one posts anything. So I'm going to be boring until the end of March or some one posts. By the way any one know the scientific name for the Duckbill Platypus? Just wondering. Anyway its not important. It snowed where I live in Philadelphia and now it's just plain cold. It's not much fun when it's twenty degrees in March and there is snow on the ground. The point in my rambling? It's boring in March. I didn't say much in this post but I felt like writing it. By the way please try to find the name of the Duckbill Platypuss 'cause I'm bored. thanks.

WE'LL SEE

2005-03-01T17:23:00.000-05:00

You have your ways?We'll see about that(just kidding).I don't need motivation I just need to think of something to write.

Not a dud

2005-03-01T17:22:00.000-05:00

I'm not a dud I just didn't get a chance to post before today.

just starting

2005-03-01T16:58:00.000-05:00

It's my first blog and I don't know much about this so it's not going to be the best in the world.I don't read the news and I don't watch Television so I don't know any interesting news.But my dad made this blog for me that's why i'm writing this.It was nice of him to set it up for me but I don't have much to write.Well I filled some space and that's all for now.

Test post

2005-02-27T20:39:00.000-05:00

Yukon Ho!