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Daniel Boone

Late one night, Daniel Boone and a friend went out fire hunting. Fire hunting involves the shining of the light from a fire pan (a pan full of blazing pine knots) into the woods. The light reflects in the eyes of the deer, which is too dazzled to run and the hunters can shoot it.

This night, as they neared a creek bed, Daniel Boone caught a glimpse of blue eyes shining in the darkness. He dismounted from his horse and aimed his rifle, but found himself unable to shoot. he had never seen a blue eyed deer. A rustle told him his prey had fled, and he followed it over a fence and into a meadow. The moonlight told him his “deer” had really been a young woman, and fate had kept him from shooting her. He followed her to the house, where he was met by her father, a close neighbor.

The father welcomed him in, and while they were still greeting one another, a young boy and girl burst into the room, babbling excitedly about their older sister’s adventures. She appeared in the doorway, still flushed from her flight, the light shining on her gold hair. Daniel Boone was smitten. Her father introduced her as Rebecca. Being a determined sort of fellow, Daniel proceeded to woo Rebecca as doggedly as he once chased her across the fields, and did not give up until he had won the heart of the maid.

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(moral: love can be found in the strangest of places. Hunting deer, Ole Coon-skin-hat Boone found a dear. It is deer season and my advice to all is when you shoot, be sure of what you are shooting at before you pull the trigger. There are way to many who shoot at a hopeful rather than shoot at what they know. This is applied to life as well.)

food for thought

 In the book ‘Secrets of the Ninja,’ it touchs on the fact that people will see movement first, color second and then shape and form third.

How is it we see one image yet we have two eyes?

We call it a sun rise but really it is the earth that turns and the sun is stationary.

We call it a blue sky but really 15 miles up is space, dark/blackness.

and how did we come up with ‘deer’ and ‘dear’ when they sound the same and yet we have pipe (plumbing) and pipe (smoking apaaratice) and then there is sun and son.

this 1967 drawing shows Daniel Boone protcting his family

by Henry Schile

have a ‘dear’ day

 

have a straight shooting day

 

post #150

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Etegami

 

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I had read a post by Fergiemoto, called;

Creating My First Digital

 “Etegami”  and “Hanko”

This post was incredibly inspirational, for me and anyone who may dabble in art, photos, crafts and/or creative art work.

exerpt from Fergiemoto’s post;

It involves another form of traditional Japanese art called “etegami”.  Etegami is a Japanese word which means picture message/letter, which are “simple drawings accompanied by a few apt words.” 

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exerpt from …

dosankodebbie’s etegami notebook

…..also

Etegami (e=”picture” tegami=”letter”) are simple drawings accompanied by a few apt words, done on a soft absorbent postcards. They are meant to be mailed off to one’s friends, not hoarded. They often depict some ordinary item from everyday life. Seasonal flowers, vegetables, and fruit are popular themes.
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…reading these two posts about ‘Etegami,’ I was inspired to create my own ‘Art’ and here is what I came up with. However I feel I haven’t quite got the hang of it yet (because my drawings don’t seem to have that ‘Japanese’ feel to them yet) but as they say, Practice makes perfect. I hope you enjoy these and take it upon yourselves to go to Fergiemoto’s post and get inspired as well. The post has several links that help bring this Art to life.

here are a few I found on google

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and here are my creations…

(click on pictures to enlarge)

 

 

 

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Many a year ago, two Micmac warriors from rival villages got into a terrible argument. Harsh words were exchanged, and then knives were pulled. The warriors battled back and forth on the banks of a small creek. They fought with the ferocity of grizzlies, tearing at each other with their knives, ripping at each others clothes and hair.

Suddenly, one of the warriors slipped on the muddy bank and fell into the waters of the creek. His bloody knife slipped from his hand and sank down and down to the bottom, landing upon a rock just beyond his reach. The warrior strained his pain-wracked body towards the knife as his blood filled the waters of the creek, but it was just beyond his fingertips. He thrashed and clawed towards his knife, desperate to reach it before his rival killed him, but no matter how he stretched, it always slipped out of reach.

On the bank above, the victorious Micmac warrior saw his rival sink into the blood-stained waters and lay still, the knife just a hair-breadth beyond his fingertips. He did not rise again. The fallen man’s people found him a few hours later and tenderly rescued his body from the rippling waters of the creek. But when they tried to retrieve his bloody knife from the rock beneath him, it always slipped beyond their reach, though the creek was not deep.

Many a year has passed since that bloody day by the creek, and still the blood-stained knife lies beneath the rippling waters of the creek. Whenever anyone tries to reach it, the knife slips out of reach. It is like trying to touch something on the bottom of the sea, although the creek itself is not deep. Even the rushing waters of the spring season do not move the mysterious knife or wash away the blood staining its blade.

For this reason, the creek is called Wokun – meaning “knife” by the Micmac people, and the white men call it “Bloody Creek”.

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(moral: folklore is built on mystical moments, a samurai’s sword is an extension of himself, an additional  part of his soul. In this story I read it as the indian lost a part of himself, just out of his reach, there-fore he could not continue and there-fore lost. In life we lose things all the time and that would include parts of ourselves that keep us from continuing to fight, so we simply give up. In martial arts we are taught that the only weapons we need are our bodies and our mind. As long as we still have these, we will continue to fight for life, our family, our country and for what is right with honor.)

 

I thought this would be a good story during this Halloween season.

enjoy the season for scarey tales

and have a mystical day

 

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