The Monarch of Bull Mountain --DONE!--

[sou-pawbowhunter]

Wow, I just found this thread this morning and it is awesome.  

[Doc Nock]

Josh, you Gallant young man....!

You just start one more sub-plot after another don't cha!?

I feel like I'm reading an Old Field and Stream where they used to do those "mini-series" stories and you had to wait each month for the next chapter.

Bud, you got so much motherlode to mine on this one, it COULD easy take you all summer!!!

You weave all these threads together, you surely are a master author! Excellent!

Oh...and Thanks!  

[ron w]

That's what I'm talking about!         and then.............

[Paul J.]

Im going to need a copy of this!!

[jhg]

Thanks everyone for the kind words. I always enjoyed the old hunting stories when a kid and I think we never really outgrow that love of adventure or the interest in personal challenge brought to focus by the wild.  

BTW, there are revisions/corrections in process as I go along and you may want to wait until its finished if you plan to copy it.

J-

[Terry Green]

[Doc Nock]

Originally posted by jhg:

BTW, there are revisions/corrections in process as I go along and you may want to wait until its finished if you plan to copy it.

J-

That's it! You're outa the will! I got every snibble of posting saved up in a word file.

You tellin us you go back and edit the OLD submissions as you do new ones...

Where's my willow switch!?  

[Osage61]

[Cyclic-Rivers]

 This story started out good and keeps getting better!

[marsniper27]

I found this story at the wrong time, 11:30 pm. It is now 12 and i better stop for tonight. This is great and i am only a couple pages into the thread. I can't wait to read the rest and hear how it ends.

Great story jhg I am glade you shared it with us.

[23feetupandhappy]

The Family and I are planing an August trip to NW Montana to see family and to start scouting for a future Elk Trip............This realy is lighting the    

If you keep this up it will rivel the leangth of the HH Post  

[Trumpkin the Dwarf]

[jhg]

Husky knew something was broken. It didn't take him long to realize that. When they flew him home from the war he consolidated what he had and started searching for a place to mend. He found that place on the high top, up on Bull Mountain. He built his home there. It was no cheap job either. The logs fit tight and the corners were square. Husky poured his anxious energy into building a place that when he looked at its details, he might feel some peace. Quieting the demons that haunted him, one lick of the axe at a time, up there in the clouds.
Husky knew what people thought of him. After a few years it was plain enough. The old man remembered those years on Bull Mountain when people formed their present opinion of him. He was tired of being alone. So earlier that summer, when the archer had come bumping over the rise in his truck and coasted to a stop in the turn around outside his shanty, Husky was ready for friendship.

He took the bark case from the archer and laid it across his lap. He opened his hands, palms down on the top and the archer could see the sun grown age spots and the slightly swollen knuckles.

"When I..." Husky started and stopped, letting out a breath.

"When..." he stopped again and with his right hand followed the edge of the leather around the lid. He touched the moose emblem, looking down, blinking.
A Hermit Thrush called somewhere deep in the thick spruce stands above them, like a muted flute.
Husky pulled in a breath, his big chest expanding. For a moment it was very quiet. The sheltered basin a bowl. Every side was rimmed in dark timber, the sky above a curved window.

"I want to thank you for your help"  Husky finally said and handed the archer the case.

The archer felt a little embarrassed. It was always easier for him to give than to receive. But he had learned the importance of accepting a gift with grace. His daughter had taught him that, when after giving him something she had made, his response was a little lacking. She had looked at him right in the eye, set her jaw that way she did and said something to the effect that relationships were a two way street and if he wanted one with her he had better get with it because SHE wasn't gong to wait around for ANYONE to figure out that letting people say thank you was part of LIFE!
The archer could still see her with that determined look like it was yesterday. He smiled and took the case, placing it carefully on his legs. He opened the lid. Inside were eight perfectly fletched shafts, each one with an old Bear broad head showing razor edges in the waning light.  The cresting was simple green on red with a gold band near the bottom. The shafts were tight grained and deep toned. The archer knew these were no ordinary shafts, but from some special long saved supply.

"You might want to try them, but I think you will find they are spined about right for your bow weight and draw."

The archer looked up in amazement.  

"I looked at your bow one day when you were digging out the well to re-line it. Not a lot of people drive around with a recurve hanging in the gun rack...

[23feetupandhappy]

 

I love it................

[Doug Treat]

Awesome, Joshua.

[Doc Nock]

Son....you do spin a tale... mighty fine, mighty fine...

[Ragin Bull]

Joshua,  what an incredible story ( so far )  

[23feetupandhappy]

TTT

[AZStickman]

ttt

[cecilm]