Monday, June 20, 2016

Had a little time off....

   It has been a month now since my last post, it happens sometimes, this is a busy time of year out here. But I appreciate all you folks who visit the site checking, and all you hits brought here through the popular gold-mining shows, searching your way here by my stories from the olden days. I see the same gold related posts getting hit-on from almost all over the world.
And thanks to Yukon Gold's Nika Guilbault of Stowe Ck. for the note, glad you enjoyed the story. 
Regards' R

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Caught Out Back....twice.

    I've had a game-camera around here for the past few months, I've set it up in various locations around the place in an attempt to catch nocturnal visitors such as bob-cats, deer, coyote, and I have my hopes up for the possibility of a Sasquatch at best. What can best be attributed to the highly-skilled person who sets it up and programs it, the camera has failed to catch anything of note. Although, I've managed to get a hundred images of myself, sneaking up to it to check the card, and a few blurry close-ups of what must be my face when I'm trying to figure out if its turned on or not. I've got some really good ones of me and the cat's wandering by on our walks, the back-end of my pickup full of garbage going by on my way to town, then another one taken 5 hours later on my return of the back half of my pickup going the other direction with boards sticking out of the back.
Interesting shots like that.
Quite often I don't get it turned on to it's liking, and it sets out there strapped to the tree for a week unarmed in wait for an unsuspecting passerby in the night, which is probably when the goddamn Sasquatch wandered by.
   During a routine peruse of the card a month or so ago I was clicking through all these same old pictures of me an my cats, pickup bumper, and the odd tail-end of a motorcycle or quad, and often just nothing, when I was suddenly shocked to come across an image of a strange vehicle. An older, well enjoyed, rusting out blue Ford mini-van, that looked slightly familiar, maybe I'd seen it broke down on the side of the road at some point, but vaguely familiar. I enlarged the grainy, out of focus picture up on my screen to have a better look at who would have business driving up back of my shop. Through the van window I can just make out the driver, and from what I can make out, he appears to be one unsavory looking low-life with a mustache, and obviously up to no good.
I checked the date and time, 1:20 in the afternoon. 
   The next image was taken at 1:40 of the blue van going the other direction. Through the side window this time I can just make out the passenger, who looks even more unsavory than the driver, if that was possible. I shuddered at what these two unshaven, shifty-eyed, grungy looking dirt-bags had been up to out back of the shop for 20 minutes several weeks before. I didn't appear to be missing anything, but just the mere thought of these two scum-bags in my back-yard gave me the creeps.
   I got out my magnifying glass to try and better identify the least desirable looking de-generate of the two. So I'm studying this creep in the passenger side, who had a mustache at the time and is also starting to look vaguely familiar, when suddenly, I recognize him, ...it's... me?
Then I remembered, a few weeks before, my friend and Hotspringlodge reader Casey had arrived for his bi-annual camping trip to the hot spring and had wheeled around back of the shop to hose off his motorcycle that was strapped to the back of the van, and seeing Casey drove slower than I, the camera got pictures of the front-halfand I recalled that I got in and rode over to the campsite with him on the way out. Well, that solved the mystery of the two skanky-looking characters casing the place. (Sorry Casey)
In all fairness to the game camera, it did happen to capture one night-time visitor back in January.
                                                                              
 Caught once more.
   Back a few weeks I was up one Sunday morning early as usual, wandering out to the kitchen in my towel to put the kettle on and turn-on the computer, when I noticed the indicators on the control-panel for the electrical system were not where they should be, which would signify a problem over at the shack, probably just a little something stuck in the nozzle of the water-driven pelton-wheel restricting the amount of electricity produced.  This is a minor, common malady, and usually just requires me to wander over across the road to the pelton-wheel and open the nozzle a little to blow any restriction free.
   I wasn't really ready to be getting dressed right then, and it being 6 am. on a Sunday, and out in the middle of nowhere, I figured I was pretty safe to wander over there in my bath-towel. I didn't wander over there in just my towel though, I put on my huge rubber boots, a down vest that was the first thing I saw hanging by the door, and finished off the curious fashion statement with a large, floppy, cowboy-hat, and off I went. Crossing the road out back, to my horror, and no small amount of future embarrassment, I hear a vehicle come suddenly around the corner behind me. If I'd of had any warning, you can be sure I would have took off like a deer and hid behind the nearest tree, but they caught me there, on the road, fair and square, to as much their surprise to see someone out this time of day, as it was mine. I figured the best policy might be to pretend they wouldn't notice me,  and kept staring straight ahead in the hopes they would tear right on by. 
   To my further pending embarrassment the vehicle slows down, the occupants obviously curious about some dude out at dawn in his boots several sizes too large for him, sombrero, down-vest, and wearing a bright yellow bath-towel around his waist, seemingly out in the middle of no-where.
They pulled up beside and stopped, and it wasn't suitable to ignore them any longer.
"Howdy" I said, as they stared at me,"Nice day for a drive!" I added, hoping they would take the hint.
"It is too." responded the passenger, eyeing my strange outfit.
The driver leans into view, he too interested in the my bizarre attire.
"Is everything alright there... cowboy?" he asks, probably suspecting I must be on mushrooms or something.
"I think so, I've just got something stuck in my nozzle again." I told him, holding onto my bath-towel that was starting to come loose and I was trying hard to avoid any further embarrassment.
The driver and passenger looked at each other for a moment, then the passenger says to me...
"Ya, well, if I were you, I'd see a Doctor about that."
They drove slowly off, and I can only imagine the conversation that was going on in the cab of that truck. I strode on over to the pelton-wheel shack, gum-boots, down-vest, towel and all, blew the junk from my nozzle, and restored the power output back to the desired level.
And like a deer, I made damn sure the coast was clear before I stepped back out on that road.