Monthly Archives: March 2019

Something’s Really Fishy Here

imagesIn my upcoming novel, Chickamin Bay, I write about trying to catch a sunfish with a salmon net.  Doesn’t work.  And if you want to know why that’s not a good idea, check out this one that washed up on an Australian beach.  They claim it weighs as much as a car.  Looks like it was carved from wood and that the sculptor got too tired to finish the back end.

The first one I saw was when I was salmon fishing with my dad. I thought it was a shark because all you could see was that fin waving back and forth in the water.

When you see something like this, it makes you wonder why we are bothering to go into outer space.  Seems like there is a lot of inner space that is unexplored.  I remember swimming over a reef in the Mariana Islands of the Pacific and suddenly it dropped off into darkness.  I was almost frightened to swim any farther for fear that I would fall into the abyss.  I thought about how a young eagle feels the first time he flies out of the nest high on a steep cliff. Looking down, I could see larger and larger fish the deeper I peered. I turned around and swam back to shore. {reference: my novel, The Ages of Oosig)

Perhaps Jules Verne wasn’t writing fiction.Still0828_00022_1535467964206_5977353_ver1.0_640_360

When Is a Tavern Not a Tavern?

Lefty’s Tavern in my newest collection of short stories becomes a church on Sunday mornings. That’s why, in a creative moment, I named the collection, Lefty’s Tavernacle (if you don’t get the play on “tabernacle,” it might be time to go back to school–or church).

Lefty's Cover smBased loosely, VERY loosely, on the fishing village where I grew up, the stories all center around Lefty’s Tavern.  Like the real-life Red’s Tavern–my father’s place– it is the only tavern in town.  So if you want the news, want to drink, or want to pick a fight, Lefty’s is the place to go.  Since there is no other building large enough to house the growing parish, Lefty has kindly opened it on Sunday mornings to Reverend Turkington.

The 20 stories in the book have a bunch of colorful characters, a lot of action, some humor, and a few serious moments. I sat with a number of my Oregon relatives over the years to gather similar stories about Charleston, Oregon, the little town I grew up in.  Then I dumped them all into a large shrimp pot, stirred them up, and poured out stories filled with drunks, Indians, fishermen, loggers (some fit all categories) and their families.

If you get a chance to read it, I’d welcome your thoughts.  It, and my previous two novels, With Which the Waters Swarm and The Ages of Oosig are all available on Amazon and other online book stores.

Not All Black Panthers Are Movie Characters

hqdefaultAlthough technically a black leopard, the black cat in Kenya captured on night video recently is extremely rare.  In fact, it’s the first documented there in over 100 years!  Residents of Kenya have claimed to have seen them but no one has been able to verify the sightings until a team of biologists did.  It took them months.

During my last-year’s trip to Kenya and Tanzania, we were lucky to see regular spotted leopards.  They are one of the most elusive animals in Africa.  We watched one in a tree for several hours before I was able to get an acceptable shot of it.