I do not mean to imply that anything within these pages is not worthy of your attention but perhaps you do not have the time or inclination to to go poking through all of it, looking for a few tasty morsels.
What follows is an incomplete compilation of things I wrote that amuse me. I hope one or two of them amuse you and that you will want to read more.
- Quill Gordon
Tucked away in the hills of Vermont, past the point where the pavement ends, on the slopes of Nonesuch Mountain at the headwaters of the Neverwas River, sits Fish in a Barrel Pond, home of the Neverwas Nonesuch Angling Society. Folks have been pursuing trout in its waters for more than 100 years and, as you might imagine, there are tales to tell. I will share more as they become available but a sampling may be found at the following links:
Fishing Hurts, in which we learn one reason we do not fish for dogs.
The Conflagration at Green Damselfly Cove, in which good ideas have unintended consequences
First Trout of the Season, in which the 2008 season begins
The Buddy System, in which friends stick to their story no matter how fishy it sounds
Time for a Nap, in which the 2008 season ends and Quill gets his performance review
Many people ask about my friend Eugene. All I can say is that he is quite a character. A sampling of Eugene oriented stories:
A Very Eugene Holiday Tale, in which Eugene is filled with holiday spirits
A Craft Project With My Friend, Eugene, in which I attempt to keep him occupied while he explores his artistic side
Careful With That Axe, Eugene, in which Eugene shows a woodland creature just who’s the boss
Here are a few of my own favorites:
Hi, Bob! , the first of three parts, all linked together, in which the locals and out-of-towners experience a slight clash of cultures
Driven to Distraction, in which Winter ends only on the calendar
Not How it Sounds, in which I talk dirty
An O-ring Revelation, in which some things don’t taste so bad after all
A One-Way Ticket to Exile Island, in which I have fun and games with squirrels and chipmunks because there’s just no way to shoot them all
And these are my posts that have garnered the most views, for whatever reasons:
Running Man, in which I posted a picture of bear poop which might explain its prominence on search engines
A Fox, Some Snow Fleas and a Close Shave, in which I go searching for signs of Spring and shave my beard
Cavendish, VT, and the Man Who had an Iron Rod Blown Through His Head, in which I travel to a small town and discover a monument to a world-famous accident
And that, Dear Readers, should keep you occupied for at least a little while. There are other flawed gems to be dusted off among these pages, if you’re willing to poke around and find them. Please do. The alternative is to wait for me to sit on my sorry ass for a few hours and post some more, which I will do soon. I promise. As long as we don’t get more Ice, Ice, Baby, bringing the power lines crashing down.
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