About US
Here's a place for sharing tall tales, humorous stories, & how your Mountain Man name came about.
How Mud Dauber got his handle: Well, I came from Southern California originally & my 2-wheel drive ranger was enough of a truck for hauling anvils, tents, weapons, & what not that I needed. However Wilson Creek is a lot wetter and despite having successfully traversed the parking area in the rain before, I hadn't realized this one area got totally waterlogged and I started to drive through it. I got well & truly stuck. After having received the laughter of my fellow club members, they waited till the end of the day & helped push me out. We were all struggling and someone yelled "Ok, now give it a little gas!". Well I did, the car broke free & Bear Paw got liberally splattered with mud as my tire broke loose. Because of this Tumblin Bear nicknamed me "Mud Dauber"
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How Swims with Arrows got her name:
Well I was competing in the Archery trail and had come to one of the last targets. You know one of those long range difficult 10 foot shots at a small target in a bramble bush. I shot rather high & the arrow sailed over the bush, over the tree & into the creek. My husband went over to see where it went & when he saw it floating down the creek he said, "I ain't getting it". Won't repeat what I yelled but, "That was one of my special hand-made arrows!" Took me a long time to make them. I ran down a deer trail along side the creek, through the Primitive camp until I was well ahead of it. I finally saw my arrow coming down the creek , so what else was I to do, I lifted my buckskin dress and went in after it. That water was darn cold too. God only knows what my name would have been had anyone been watching.
Swims with Arrows
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