The Ol'woodsman

In the unedited rough I write a day in the life of The Ol'woodsman.1

In talking with this young writer/poet. The Ol'woodsman shares ideas and stories. Stories of having sighted a Bigfoot type animal no one has been able to prove nor disprove.2

Of Aliens taking lake water viewed by area camp owners3

who all agreed to remained hushed for fear of disbelief.4

Until told to this writer of questions and imaginary mind travel.5

Dillpickle sandwiches given away just to get too the drinkable juice sooner. Which this poet always having thought himself strange for enjoying a dillpickle juice drink himself.6

Of how to place paint on flying honey bee in order to follow for a winters harvest of honey.7

Of how to catch, clean and cook Turtle soup in a time of possble need. Blame it on the political society. Useless beings. 8

Now the plans of a gold rush. A trip of adventure and experiance. The ol'woodsman says at 200 dollars an ounce the work is not a worth. But now at 900 to 1000 dollars an ounce he will show this Poet how to find gold.9

A panning trip is in the making. ...And yes there is gold in them thar hills. 10

Life just got too easy, jobs in the city. Forgotten are the ways of old. Where hard work found The Gold.11

And if the dollar wt. drops well then I'll have some mighty pretty stone for my number one Sunshine girl.12

So listen to the ol'timers, the ol'woodsmen.13

Before it's too late and all you have is me.14

The writer/poet who only catches bit's and pieces of a time in passing. 15

Not the end of this story, only the beginning for me.16

PS. Don't give The Ol'woodsman fancy soaps for Christmas17

he'll think it's fudge and try to eat them. hahahaha....18