9/1? (2)
I made pancakes for breakfast. The first batch wasnt
enough so I made a second full batch, which left me with an
extra seven I couldn't stuff down. I cleaned the dishes, broke
camp and finally hit the trail about mid-afternoon. As you can
see Im in no hurry!
I hiked on up the Muddy River until late afternoon and
then turned off and headed for the foothills of Mt. McKinley. I
crossed the flat plain before the hills; a distance of about a
mile where the going was good. The trees were well spaced, there
was very little underbrush and the moss was pretty thin. There
were also a lot of game trails and I managed to stay on them
most of the time.
When I got to the hills things changed. Tree line was
just a little ways up the hillside and once above the trees
there was more moss and patches of tight brush I either had to
go around or force my way through. Nor was it a simple, gradual
slope. It went up and down with some pretty steep grades.
Needless to say, I really slowed down and started taking lots of
rest breaks at the tops of the hiss. The view was worth it
though. I could see for miles to the north and McKinley to the
south was magnificent. My path took me right across in front of
it. Make for spectacular hiking!
After crossing a series of hills, I came to a valley
which lay across my path. It dipped down below tree line and was
about a mile and a half across. I really hurried to try and get
to the top of the other side before dark as I was hoping to be
able to see the cliffs of Slippery Creek from there. Ive never
hiked over this route before so I wasnt sure how long it was
going to take and I wanted to see just how far I had to go.
I knew the cliffs were visible from quite a distance because Id flown around this part of the country when the twins brought the dogs across here during spring break in 1981. They had been hoping to make it all the way to Minchumina but only made it about half way because first they didnt have any snow (which destroyed the sled runners) and then they had too much (4 feet, which REALLY slowed them down). They ran out of time as they had to be back for college so they cached the sled on upper Slippery Creek and Dad and I flew them and the dogs to Minchumina.
I was planning to bring the sled out for them, for it was
still up there. They had tried a couple of times to get it when
running my trap line but both times they had been stopped by a
section of Slippery Creek in the canyon that seldom freezes.
Thus I was making a bit of a detour to the south.
Down in the bottom of the valley I saw a bull moose. He was a good sized one, his horns white and glistening in the evening sun. Fortunately I saw him from a long ways away and could avoid him. There was a cow with him and he probably wouldnt have tolerated my presence very well. Indeed when I first saw him it looked like he was looking my way rather aggressively. not an animal I would want chasing me!
The hill on the other side of the valley was a nice,
gradual slope all the way up and I managed to get up it before
it got very dark. But there was another hill a little bit beyond
the crest of that one which blocked by view to the west so I
couldnt see where the cliffs were.
There was a nice little pot-hole of a lake up on the top
of the hill which made a dandy place to camp. I pitched my tent
on a patch of grass and then took my food off a little ways from
camp and made a couple of caches.
There were still some old blueberries on the bushes and a
few cranberries around so I had been eating berries all day,
pretty much as I came to them, so I wasnt all that hungry. The
left over pancakes (with jam of course) were just enough to fill
me up and I managed to get to bed before it get so dark I really
couldnt see.
I had been keeping a keen eye out for bears as I expected
to see
them up there in the high country eating berries. But all I saw
was a
little sign. Wonder where they all are? Of course not seeing
any didnt
make me sleep any less light as you never can tell when one
will wander
into camp...
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9/1? (1)
Right where I dropped the rack there was a nice sandy
spot so I
decided to stop for the night. I collected some wood, got a
fire going and
got dinner started. I took off my wet socks and stuff and spread them out
by the fire and then I unpacked some of my gear and did a
little reading
while dinner was cooking. I made 2 pots of macaroni for dinner
and had
just finished them when it was time to call Dad. I dug out the
radio and
hooked up the battery which I had disconnected in case the
radio got
turned on accidentally. I turned it on and gave Dad a call and
discovered
to my woe that the battery was weak. I must have a bad battery
because it
had been fully charged when I left. I got Dad and told home
where I was
and he gave me a weather report and then I signed off. Not sure
how many
times Ill be able to talk with him on that bad battery.
While I was setting up the tent the fire took off and
singed the
bottom of one of my boots that I had drying. I rescued my boot
and then
moved my food off away from the tent, burying some of the
smellier stuff
and just caching the rest. Then I spent the rest of the evening
reading in
front of the fire. I put on my still damp socks and inner soles
before
going to bed, wearing them all night so as to dry them out.
I woke up fairly early but it was cold out and I didnt
feel like
getting up so I spent the morning reading and writing. About
mid-morning
the sun came up and it really warmed up. Things started drying
out (the
tent had quite a bit of condensation on it) and I finally got up about
noon to a beautiful sunny day.
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9/26
I got up around first light, made pancakes for breakfast
and spent
most of the morning working on the diary.
About mod-morning I saw my first mouse. Id been hearing
lots of
them in the early morning, but this was the first one Id seem.
Red-backed
vole to be exact. Last time Ill see that one too: I shot it.
The pistol
was right beside where I was working on the diary so when he
got up on the
table, I ups with my pistol and let fly. There was
unfortunately a candle
lying on the table right in front of the mouse. Of course a
candle isnt
much of a barrier to a .22 shell and it sorta exploded. Wax
everywhere!
Slew the mouse clean off the table. Thats one mouse I wont have
to worry
about eating my potatoes or waking me up at 3am! I went back to
working on
the diary and took a nap just before noon.
When I got up I headed downstream after some more moose
meat. It
had frosted for the first time in several days, but the stream
hadnt gone
down any. I stopped my a couple of my sets to see if the bait was gone and
down any. I stopped my a couple of my sets to see if the bait
was gone and
sure enough, one of them didnt have any bait in it. Think that
Ill give up
on pre-baiting them otherwise Ill run out of things to use a
bait before
the season even opens!
The wolves had almost entirely demolished the gut pile.
They had
also carted off everything else that would move except for the
head (too
big for them to move far) and one hoof. I kept my eye out for
them the
whole time I was there, but didnt see them. Pretty recluse
animal.
I had a bite to eat (dried apples, dry raisin bran and a
couple of
carrots) and then headed back downstream after another leg.
When I got
back down there, I tackled one of the back legs.While I
probably could
have carried it as it was, I didnt think it worth the effort,
so I skinned
it (taking off 8 pounds), left a piece of meat on the lower leg
(-10
pounds) and de-boned it (-15 pounds). This reduced the weight
from around
130 pounds to something a little over 100. Following my rule
that if its
on your back and weighs over 30 pounds, subtract 10% of the
guessed weight
and you come up with about 90 pounds of meat that I packed
home. About
what the front leg weighs. Good eating this winter!!
I put the meat up in the main cache, struggling with it up the
ladder and managing to tip it off my back and onto the cache
without
falling off the ladder, which is always a problem.
It was only late afternoon and I had time for another
load before
dark. I cut off a piece of the front leg and put it on to cook
for dinner
before heading back down for the other back leg.
I de-boned it also and took another leisurely trip home.
I didnt
bother to cache it either, just leaving it out in front of the
cabin on a
log. It is destined to become Jerky soon.
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9/24
I got up about mid-morning, had a leisurely breakfast of
pancakes
(leisurely because the stove wasnt really hot enough) and then
went for a
walk down the trail past the cache. Just before the trail went
down onto
the river I found a place where some animal had scratched up
the ground.
It was fresh so I studied it, trying to figure out what kind of
animal had
done it. There were a few claw marks of a fair sized animal but beyond
that I couldnt tell for sure.
It could have been a bear but Ive never
seen a bear claw the ground like that. A wolf was a fair
bet; they often
leave claw marks like that to mark territory. Wolverine I dont know
about. A lynxs claws are smaller than the claw marks and while
they often
claw trees, Ive never heard of one clawing the ground. Thus I
settled on
its either being a wolf or a wolverine.
I followed the trail on up to the river and then returned
to the
cabin. The next item on the agenda was to head down and set
some more
meat, making a few sets on the way. I collected some wire, string, and
tools necessary to make some martin snare sets, loaded the pack
and was
off.
I made one martin snare set about 1/4 mile downstream. I
was
trying it out using regular picture hanging wire and as that
isnt strong
enough to stop a martin from biting through it I rugged it in
such a
fashion that when the martin caught, a rock would fall, pulling
the snare
tight against the wire loop, which should kill the martin
fairly fast.
I baited the set but left the snare sprung. The bait is to get the
martin accustomed to getting food there so when trapping season
starts, I
should be able to catch one there the first day.
I took my set making material on downstream a little ways
to where
I was going to put the next set and cached (read dropped) it.
Id build
another set on the way back as a rest break from carrying the
meat.
About 1/4 mile from the kill, I found some fresh wolf
tracks
(there were old ones all the way up Slippery Creek but these
were the
first ones Id seen fresher than a month old). So it was a wolf
that had
made the scratch marks behind the cache.
I saw from closer examination of the tracks it was a pair
of
wolves. I was a little concerned that they had gotten into the
meat and so
was relieved to see that they had left it alone and
concentrated their
efforts on demolishing the gut pile. This was as I had figured;
most
carnivores will take the guts in preference to red meat, so I
had hoped if
anything found the kill I have a couple of days to move it up
here while
they finished off the gut pile.
I had brought the saw down the previous I had brought the saw down
the previous trip, so after skinning one of the front legs, I
sawed off
the lower portion of the leg, which was mostly bone. Ill define
that part
of it and haul it up later, but I couldnt see hauling all that
bone around
just to throw it out later.
I
strapped the rest of the leg on the pack and headed home. When I
got to where I had left my set-building stuff, I took a 20
minute break
and built another martin set. I took a couple other rest breaks
on the way
back; that leg weighs about 75 pounds.
When I got back to the cabin, I put the meat up on the
main cache
rather than hanging it. I would have liked to put the whole
moose up there
since that is a nice place but I dont think the cache could
support
another 750 pounds.
The fire had almost died out so I got it going again (it
hasnt
been out since I arrived, but it sure has come close a couple
of times).
Dinner was to be moose heart stew (the liver having gotten a
little
smelly, which was a good enough excuse for me to turn the rest
of it into
bait. I did manage to consume about a quarter of the 20 pound liver
though, which is doing pretty good for me!).
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9/22
Somewhere around 2 in the morning I heard something
crunching
through the frosty grass behind the cabin. I was awake and had
already
figured out what it was from the sounds of it morning through
the grass by
the time it got to the back of the cabin. Sleeping in bear
country sure
makes you wake up fast in certain situations!
My analysis of it turned out to be correct. It was a
martin. It
climbed up the back of the cabin, ran across the roof and down
the front.
When it got to the bucket with the liver it stopped and I heard
it clawing
at the bucket. I hollered at it and it left.
An hour or so later the mice got up and starting making
quite a
ruckus. They were a little harder to drive away. All in all I
wound up
eating breakfast at noon.
After my rather flat pancakes (no butter and didnt but in enough
baking powder) I spent half the afternoon working on getting
caught up on
this diary. I had only kept sketchy pieces here and there ever
since I
left Wonder Lake and was relying on notes and my spotty memory
to fill in
the days I had missed. I got two of the back days written up
and then
decided to get out into the sun for awhile.
I headed out the Greyling Creek line, fixing all the old
martin
sets up so as to be ready for trapping season. I got as far as
the Pit, a
small lake about 2 miles from the cabin, before turning back.
I had intended to go down to the moose kill and bring
back some
more of the meat but it was dinner time by the time I got back
and too
late to make it down there and back before dark. So I fixed up some
mashed potatoes, more liver with onions and soaked some dried
apples for
dessert.
After eating I did the dishes, hauled some wood from a
wood pile
back by the cache that I had made last spring and then wrote
this up.
Which brings me up to now and Ive run out of things to say!
So I built a mouse trap. Not having anything reasonable to make
one out of I converted a #1 trap into one by putting a piece of
wire with
bait on it in such a fashion that the mouse had to stand of the
pan to
reach the bait. Hopefully he will jump around enough to depress
the pan
and set the trap off, but Im not
sure since mice are pretty light and
there is a lot of tension on the trigger from the spring. But
maybe it
will work; it took me 3 tries to set it down on the floor
without setting
it off!
After hopefully fixing it so I can sleep uninterrupted
tonight I
transferred this from the computer onto paper, doing a lot of
editing as I
went and put the fire on tape. The paper part will, of course,
get mailed
to you Sarah and the rape part Ill eventually print out on a
printer for
my copy. And who knows...maybe Ill publish it! And now I thing
Ill go to
bed.
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9/21
The mice kept me awake a good part of the night so I wound up
sleeping in until late in the morning. I was a little surprised
to see
that it was still foggy out when I finally got up and stuck my
head out
the door.
I got dressed and then went down to fetch some water for
breakfast, my bath having used all of my water up. There had
been a hard
frost and the creek was rimmed with ice. I dipped my water and
stood there
listening to the morning sounds. There was a squirrel back in
the woods
chattering at something, a hawk was cruising overhead looking
for lunch,
and the usual gray jay fussing over the bucket I had my liver
and fat in.
I hauled my pail of water up to the house and fixed some
pancakes
for breakfast. Or rather lunch since breakfast time was long
gone! After
eating I washed the clothes I had left soaking in my bath water
and then
bailed the tub out into five gallon buckets for dumping.
It was mid-afternoon by the time I had finished all my
domestic
chores. It had turned into a beautiful sunny day out and I
decided to go
for a walk downstream and haul back a little more of the moose.
So I
shouldered my pack and set off.
I took my time, enjoying the afternoon. The creek was up
a little
from the melting snow but not enough to cause any problems
crossing it.
When I got down near the kill I started really keeping my eyes
open since
it was entirely possible
a bear had found it. But when I got there I
found that the only thing that had been there was gray jays.
Which was a
little surprising; I had at least expected the ravens to have
gotten to
the gut pile.
I loaded up the other side of ribs and headed back to the
cabin. I
went even slower on the way back than I had coming down because
my back
and leg still werent feeling up to much work.
It was dinner time when I got back so after hanging the
ribs I set
about making dinner. Of course I had to wash the dishes first.
I had left
them soaking so that didnt take long. Next came the liver.
Again. I almost
hope it spoils soon! I cut off a 2 pound chunk, sliced it and
fried it
smothered in onions. While the liver was frying I cooked a cup
of brown
rice to go along with it. Not a real tasty dinner but plenty
nourishing.
After eating I did a little writing on this then went across the
creek and climbed the hill to where I had a good view of Mt.
McKinley so
as to have good radio reception. I gave Dad a call on low power
and got
him the first try; it sure helps to be above the surrounding
terrain! From
where I was I could just barely see Lake Minchumina 15 miles
away and I
also had a good view of the Alaska Range.
I kept my end of the conversation real short;
transmitting uses a
lot of power and I was getting a low battery indicator even on
low power.
The conversation ran something like this:
KL7IS, KL7IS this is KL7ITE. I called; KL7IS being my
Dads call
sign and KL7ITE being mine.
KL7ITE this is KL7IS. Wow! Great signal tonight. How are
things
going?
Doing fine. Arrived Monday. 12 inch bull Wednesday.
Great. Ive got your other battery here and it charged up
fine.
There was a little corrosion on the contacts which is probably
why you
couldnt charge it. We will airdrop it to you in a second
package. Where
did you get the bull?
Shot the bull a mile downstream. Great on battery; this
one is bad
or something...it is low already.
When would you like the airdrop? Im busy tomorrow but
Sunday is
ok. The weather forecast sounds ok, clear tomorrow and partly
cloudy on
Sunday.
Sunday will be fine.
This is Mom. Just wanted to say hi. How did your food
cache hold
up? I expect your hike across country was magnificent. Im
looking forward
to hearing all about it. I hope you got lots of great photos.
Cache fine. Great hike.
Well fly up there Sunday then, probably about one in the
afternoon
since that is when the sun is the highest and the visibility
the best. Ill
bring one of the girls with me to make the drop and then maybe
your Mom
and I will come up and fly around a little, just to look
around.
I have fixed up a battery charger so you wont have any
trouble
charging your radio batteries once we get the solar panel up to
you. As
soon as the lakes freeze! Dont bother to answer unless you have something
more, Ray. Well be monitoring every night at 8 if you want to
call and
your mother says especially on Fridays.
I didnt have anything more so I signed off and then after waiting
for a moment to make sure that they didnt have anything further
so say,
turned off the radio and disconnected the battery. When I got
back to the
cabin I did the dishes and spent the rest of the evening
writing.
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9/20
I woke up to a white world; the rain of the evening
before had
turned into snow during the night. The woods had about 2 inches
and the
sandbars only an inch. The difference is because the sand holds
more heat
and thus takes longer to cool off. Hence it stays above
freezing longer.
I ate the meat that had been meant for dinner the night
before and
then spent the morning and half the afternoon studying assembly
language.
I made biscuits again fro lunch, sacrificing a little of my
peanut butter
as a spread. About mid-afternoon the weather cleared off and it turned
into a real nice day. The snow melted and the sun came out.
I took my gun (in case of bear) and my axe and went
across the
creek to where my Greyling Creek line (trail) starts. I fixed
up a couple
of martin sets, getting them all ready for the start of
trapping season.
All they need is bait. Where the Greyling Creek line comes down
to
Slippery Creek there was a bad drop because the creek had
undermined the
trail so I rerouted the trail around it.
I had described the sandbar that I wanted Dad to airdrop
my stuff
onto but I wanted to make sure he got it right so I went down
to it (about
1/4 mile downstream from the cabin) and arranged some stones in
the shape
of an x which I hope he will be able to see from the air. Im
really
looking forward to the airdrop; I havent gotten any mail now
for a couple
of weeks. Not to mention all the goodies (BUTTER!) I packed in
the box to
be dropped.
The fire was dying down when I got back to the cabin so I
stoked
it and then, planning on taking a bath in the evening, put 2-5
gallon
buckets and the dishpan full of water on the stove. When the fire was
going good I shut it down and then hiked out my Birch Creek
line a little
ways and fixed up another 5 martin sets.
I got back to the cabin just before dark. It had turned
into a
perfectly clear day and the stars were just coming out as I set
about
cutting up some of the liver for dinner. I cut off a 1.5 pound
piece and,
after washing it in the creek to get all the sand off, took it
inside and
sliced it up. Now liver isn't exactly my favorite food so I dug
out some
dried onions from the cache and added liberal doses to the
frying liver. I
also cooked up some macaroni to fill in the gaps, so to speak.
After eating I cleaned all the sticks and stuff out of my
bathtub
(which is the bottom third of a 55 gallon drum) and filled it
with hot
water. Too hot. I spent half an hour reading, waiting for it to
cool down.
It was a little scrunched to sit down in but it worked
all right
if I left my feet hanging out over the sides. I soaked for
almost an hour,
luxuriating in the hot water, before washing up. Not to waste
water I put
my dirty clothes in the tub to soak before going to bed.
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9/18
It started raining about midnight and was still raining
off and on
when I got up at 6. Spent an hour reading and writing while
waiting for it
to get light enough to see my gun sights so I could go moose
hunting.
Because of the heavy clouds it was seven before I could see
well enough.
I wandered upstream a quarter of a mile, taking my time
and doing
a lot of listening. I didnt really expect to have much luck
because of the
rain; moose arent much more apt to be out on a rainy day than
people but
since this is rutting season they arent very predictable and it
was worth
a try. I saw nothing but tracks so I returned to the cabin and
then hiked
downstream about the same distance. Nothing but tracks there
either. So I
returned to my nice warm cabin.
I hadnt had any breakfast yet so I went and dug into my
cache of
gear I had left out here last spring and got out my dishes and
some other
stuff. I drug the stuff back to the cabin.
First I wanted to fix the window. I took out the sheet of clear
visqueen from the pile Id brought in and tacked it up. Then I
made
pancakes for breakfast. After breakfast I spent the rest of the
morning
and the afternoon listening to the rain on the roof, playing
with my
computer and reading. I made lunch of biscuits in the
mid-afternoon. I
actually managed not to burn them (I had to cook them inside
the wood
stove) and they turned out pretty good in spite of the lack of
ingredients
(five heaping spoons of flour, 1 level spoon baking powder and
a dash of
crisco).
In the evening I got fairly industrious, getting the
cabin into a
little more livable condition. The bears had knocked over some
of the wood
stacked in the back of the cabin so I restacked it, which
opened up quite
a bit more room. This cabin is small enough without having wood
scattered
all over the floor! Then I dug into the cache again and got out
the
lantern, a bucket for waste water and my 5 gallon water bucket.
Next I
nailed some cross bars on the window to slow the bears down;
they had been
going in and out the window regularly and I didnt want to wake
up some
night with a bear in my lap! Which was entirely possible since my bed in
just below the window and the clear plastic wouldnt even slow
them up. The
bars wouldnt stop them but at lease Id have a chance to get out
of the way
and get the gun!
I split some wood and rearranged my bed just before dark
and then
made dinner. Mashed potatoes and dried apples. I ate by candle
light and
then lit the lantern.
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9/17
I got up about eight and spent almost a half hour
standing outside
the tent listening to the morning sounds. The cranes were on
the move,
calling to each other, the stream was gurgling merrily away and
there were
gray Jays and other birds in the woods. The sun was out and in
spite of
the hard frost it felt warm. But standing there in the sun
wasnt going to
get me anywhere however pleasant it was. Besides I was really
getting
rather hungry! So I fixed some macaroni, ate it, and then fixed
some
oatmeal. Dinner and breakfast in one meal so to speak. After eating, I
packed up my gear and headed on downstream. About a mile later
all the
water from Iron Creek had disappeared into the gravel. Really
porous
stream bed!
Shortly after losing the water, I saw a martin. It ran
out onto
the sandbar about 1/4 mile ahead of me, saw me and ran back
into the
woods. Martin are nocturnal so I take as a good omen to see one
during the
day.
I made good time, getting to the park boundary (the old
one; my
whole trap line is in the northern extension of the park) in a
little over
an hour. Not long after that I got to an unnamed stream. Which
also
disappeared into the gravel. I was beginning to wonder if there
was going
to be any water in front of my cabin! I continued on
downstream, taking
more and more frequent rest stops as my shoulders and feet got
sore.
The
Slippery Canyon (more of a valley than a canyon) constricted
the stream bed a little farther on. The water came back to the
surface, as
I had hoped it would. The further I got into the canyon the
deeper the
water got until I was almost wishing for a return to its previous dry
state; it was getting hard to cross.
I got to my canyon cabin in the late afternoon and spent
a little
time poking around, seeing what had to be done to fix it up.
The cabin
needs to have half its roof replaced because its slipped and
caved in.
Other than that it is in fair shape. Not that it is really good
for living
in; lots of logs had rotted and it is pretty small (9x11). But
with a
little work it will make a good line cabin.
I didnt spent too much time there because I wanted to get
to my
Slippery Creek Cabin before dark. I was soon out of the canyon
and the
stream bed spread out again and got a little drier, but I was
relieved to
see it still had a good flow of water in it.
It looks like this is going to be a good year for
trapping martin.
Not only did I see one but there are numerous martin tracks
crisscrossing
the stream. I was also seeing quite a few black bear tracks
along with
moose tracks and a few grizzly tracks although not as many
grizzly tracks
as there had been farther upstream, which was no
disappointment.
After numerous rest breaks because my feet were giving out on me,
I finally got to my Slippery Creek Cabin just before dark. I
checked my
food cache that I had made last spring and was relieved to see
that it was
still all right. I would have been mighty surprised if it hadnt
been; it
is suspended on wires 15 feet of the ground and 10 feet from
the closest
tree. But with bears, you never can tell.
I got a fire going, blocked off the open window, made
some
macaroni for dinner and went to bed.
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9/13
Dear Sarah,
Well Im now on the McKinley fork waiting for dinner to
cook. I
have been thinking about you quite a bit this afternoon and so
I thought
Id start a letter to you. Not that it will be mailed for some
months! I
wish things could have worked out a little better so we could
have spent a
little more time together, but I had to many concerns about
weather,
calling Dad, etc.. This letter is basically a diary-letter; I am going to
keep a journal of my adventures in the form of a letter. And as
you were
so careless as to give me your address your going to be the
first victim
of my dreadfully boring scribbles. I am, of course, writing it
on the
computer since I wont have access to a printer before I want to
mail it
Ill have to copy it over onto paper and well see if you can
read my
handwriting!
But first to clear up a few things. I get the impression
you are
romantically interested in me (re:kiss). Which is fine with me
as long as
we keep a few things in mind here. First is, of course, the
fact that we
were together for less than 24 hours. (in case you hadnt
noticed I have a
tendency to do a lot of free speculating). Thus we really dont
know each
other that well. Another thing is the fact that while you will
be meeting
other guys out there, I wont be meeting other girls out on the
trap line.
This fact got me into trouble in my last relationship; when I
came out of
the woods she had another boyfriend!! The last thing that could
pose a
problem with building a relationship between us is the way I
have set my
life up. (By the way, if I misinterpreted your kiss, after all it could
have been a simple good bye kiss, then just ignore my
ramblings...I tend
to jump to conclusions sometimes-which sets me in trouble once
in a
while!) Anyhow, right now I have no intention of getting
married any time
in the next 15 years. I would consider the following types of
relationships, but nothing more:
1) Friend-defines as someone I like
2) Girlfriend-defined as a girl I am going with but not
necessarily sleeping with
3) Lover-defined as a girl I;m not only sleeping with but
partially supporting
4) Mistress-defined as a girl Im supporting and sleeping
with-virtually a wife
Which are I feel at the momenta part of this is because
Ive been
burnt a couple of times and partially as a result of getting
burnt Ive
decided to stay away from any kind of permanent relationship
and devote
more of my time to making myself stinking rich. Which I dare
say will be a
fill time job, leaving little time for pretty girls!!
Well dinner is done so I had better hit the trail here.
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