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Morgan Emmerson, Mountain Man Extraordinaire

Morgan Emerson is a big man with the strength of an ox; he would pull a plow faster than a mule or horse. He did not mind the work but had a restless heart. Six feet three inches of muscle mass with little weight wasted on fat, the first feature seen is his brawn. Hair covers his head, neck, and chin. He is a handsome man with delicate features that can be seen through the fur on his face. Morgan worked well before the sun came up until long after it dropped behind the Black Mountain range. With a big man comes big dreams; he wanted to hunt for his food, not grow it. He wanted to explore the wilderness, not fear it; he desired to trap fur, not watch it scurry away. Emerson is going west and soon.

Jane Ethel Emerson knew the day would come when her son would leave; she wanted it to be later but knew his days on the farm were numbered. Jane was a large woman whose clothes matched everything else about her; they were plain and simple. She made little effort to draw attention to herself. Jane's hair was up in order to keep it out of her face. Now turning grey, it had never been cut; she spent much of her time keeping it clean and tied in a giant bun. She felt her hair is a blessing from God and should not be taken for granted. Jane cut her toe and fingernails but would live with long hair. Her simple features blended in nicely with her surroundings; like her son, her heart is enormous. Tears quickly filled her eyes as the words slammed against her ears, "I'm leaving; I can't stay here anymore he announced. There's a war going on, and the world is passing me by. "When," she asked? "Tomorrow," was his answer.

The war took Morgan east for almost two years; he returned a completely different man. After serving under General Sherman for most of that time and killing rebels, he returned to Deadwood, South Dakota, to begin trapping. He discovered his hands were not made for digging early on, and there was too much risk panning for gold. To him, mother nature's hazards were more appealing than man's greed. He would rather deal with the red man than the white. So here he is, where he belongs in a savage land.

Roaming the Black Mountains is a hard life; it is not for everyone. Food is hard to come by; lions, bears, snakes, and Indians sometimes get in the way. The mountain man must be courageous, confident, skillful, resourceful, intelligent, and above all, in harmony with the wilderness. He must be well equipped with a fine rifle, plenty of bullets, a large knife, rations, and a strong mount. The horse must be sizeable because it carries a heavy man. Sherman is a handsome stallion worthy of a warrior. He is big, strong, fast, agile, and courageous, the same characteristics as his rider. Morgan has ridden many animals; mules, mares, and stallions were easy; the buffalo is more complicated. "I rode him hard until the bullet I put in him put him down," he once boasted. The carcass was pulled to a nearby village, where it was left for the tribe. Morgan took the fur, three pounds of meat, and one horn. 

 

The Dalles Oregon

Located east of Portland, Oregon, there is a stretch of highway that winds along the Colombian River; at the base of Mount Hood. There are waterfalls, campgrounds, historical towns and beautiful scenery. This trip was made in 2011 on a 2007, Harley Davidson, Road king.

Views from halfway up the mountain are worth the ride; here are images taken from around the area.  The photo below is of an old brewery; it is now a restaurant. Here the service, was good, the food was tasty and the brew thirst quenching.

Camping while traveling by Harley is rewarding; pack well. In Oregon, one day of the year, travelers camp for free. I was riding through the campground, thinking I would put up the tent and spend the night. As I approached a small campsite I noticed that I was being watched; I stopped the bike to talk.  The campers informed me of the free camping; they said if I had a stake they would cook it for me on the campfire.

I accepted the offer; I set up the campsite and road the Harley to a near-by town. Hood Oregon is nice, I garbed a beer and a raw stake and headed back to the campground.  The biker I met in the bar gabbed a stake and joined me.  We had a great meal with the fellow campers; the next morning the guy, on the Honda, rode with me about a hundred miles across Oregon. It was a good experience I will remember for a long time.

Brody trials

I would throw the ball in the river; Brody would swim out, grab it; then bring it back. He would do this for as long as I would throw it. One day, after I threw the ball in, he took a few steps, put his foot on a rock then dragged it ashore. Once on dry land, he would bark and claw at the rock, then look at me.

Brody, once found a dry creek bed, in an Arizona desert.  He looked at me as to ask, "where's the water?"  He found a rock and began barking and

dragging it. 

After a vigorous playtime; he rests. Brody would rather be in the mountains, but will find places to play in the desert.

If it were me

The Speech That Didn’t Happen

Trump declined the invitation to be interviewed at the Super Bowl; I heard it was because the game was being broadcasted by NBC; not Fox.  Here is the speech I wish, he had given.

Congratulation to The Philadelphia Eagles; for their Super Bowl, championship, win; it has been a long time coming.  A super effort, by two super teams, to bring us a super game.  Congratulations to the New England Patriots; for being the super team they are.  Congratulation to all the fans, that watch the games, all season.  Although it was a good season; this year the NFL suffered through an embarrassing scandal.  In protest, many players on several teams knelt during The National Anthem.   When I heard about it; I became, extremely upset; I thought they were disrespecting the country that, “I made great again.”  Those athletes are lucky they are not in North Korea or Russia; they would have been thrown in jail.  I found out I didn’t have the power to put them away.  The players remained free do kneel the next week; I couldn’t even get them fired.  It turns out, I can’t have anybody, who protests, thrown in jail or fire; firing people fixes anything.  Hell, I fired half my staff.  All those women who protested my womanizing and my lack of respect for American citizens; I couldn't punish them.  All those protesters that said that, "I am not their President", were not punished.  They are free to demonstrate again; how can I make America first, if other world leaders, have more power than me.  I did give some White Supremacist, who killed a young woman, a firm speech.  I told them that there should be no more violence when you demonstrate against fellow citizens, that don’t agree with you. Please don’t kill anymore fellow citi

Today I come out of the closet; “I am a, volunteer, advocate.”  By volunteer, I mean I don’t get paid.  I have decided to advocate for what I think is right; I plan to get my point across.  Below you will see my first political message as an advocate.

I am not here to slam Trump or anyone else; I am here to question their decision-making skills.  If I wanted to slam anyone I would just tell people to google, “is Trump a bigot?” then google bigot.  Then google, “is Trump a womanizer?”  Then google womanizer. I am not here to question his ethics or morals; history will do that.  I am here to question why he does what he does.  By the way, if you don’t believe google, remember the Billy Bush, Trump interview?

This article describes scenarios in which I ask myself, what would I have done? I am not privy to all the facts therefore I am forced to speculate and assume. 

Divide and conquer is a method, of defeating the enemy, proven as effective; for centuries.  It worked well for the Romans and Julius Cesar.  Putin and China read the book; Trump did not. 

Most of the Central Intelligent Community believe that Russia influenced the election, in Trumps favor.  They are investigating to find out if any Americans had anything to do with it; excuse me but that is a good thing.  That is their job; to protect our democracy.  By protecting our constitution, they are protecting our lives, our freedoms and our social system.  Social injustice is not rare and it has been going on since the beginning.  We can be the ones that fix it; if we stand united. 

Instead of going into Washington with guns blazing, with a mixed-up agenda; I would have taken a more diplomatic approach.  With the house, congress and you on the same page you should easily get more done, quicker than any previous President.  You failed to repeal Obama care; thank you Senator John McCain.   You got the tax bill passed by only three votes; why aren’t more of you law makers working together?  Oh yea; because the republicans and democrats are divided.  Why is the justice and intelligence community having such a hard time getting things done?  Maybe it is because congress no longer trusts them; again divided, thanks to you.  Then we have the cops and civilians, black and whites, Mexicans and immigration, for the wall- against the wall…. on and on.

United we stand divided we fall; our enemies read the book you did not.  Why would you allow the Nunes memo to be released when the F.B.I. told you it would be a security risk.  Was it that important that you announce, to the world, that we have a dysfunctional justice system.  Do you think Putin would ever say, Russia is a disgrace or that his intelligent community is corrupt?

Please, Trump, get a clue before something really, really, really bad happens.  You have taken America from first to last, in you first year; that has to be a record.

Here are a few original thoughts from Gero Productions

Jack is no -ss

Bullhead city, AZ and Laughlin, NV have the best of both worlds; a no helmet law on one side, of the river, and recreational marijuana on the other.

The Harley comes out when it’s not too hot to ride. The day and scenery were perfect and the photos will demonstrate; not only was it a great ride, but I met a couple of interesting characters. This photo was captured as you ride out of Laughlin on a local road. I rode until the pavement ended then pulled over to grab some shots (photos not tequila). While I was taking my shots; a gentleman, on an ATV, drove over to me.  I thought he was going to ask me to leave but instead struck up a conversation. “I used to ride,” he said.

We talked for a bit; he did most of the talking.  He told me of his first bike; he was a teenager when he got it.  He rode it all the time; until he went into the service.  He told me how his dad had sold the bike, out from under him, while he was gone.  He was still pissed about it and it was over forty years ago.  He asked about my Harley; how fast does it go, what year is it, what do I like about it, what don’t I like about it and so on? He told me he moved here thirty years ago; there was little here.  He said they built a gambling mega next door but they won’t finish the road to the small community he lives in.

I rode on a little further before pulling over to take more shots.  While taking some scenery images, I heard a strange noise; he walked out from behind a large bush.  He came out where we could get a good look at one another.  He gave me a look as to ask, who are you and what are you doing here?  I call him Jack.  He stood and stared at me for a minute; I took a couple of photos while assuring him I met no harm. I apologized for the intrusion; got on the bike and left him in piece.

AS I DROVE OFF I SAID TO MYSELF," JACKS NO ASS."

TAKEN FROM A ROAD OUTSIDE LAUGHLIN NV

PHOTO TAKEN FROM BULLHEAD CITY FROM ACROSS THE COLORADO RIVER

A SCENERY IMAGE WHILE ON THE ROAD

SUNSET IN THE DESERT