coazon de oro
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I have previously mentioned the Jones Raid during the Civil War . The ironic part of it was that they stole over a thousand cattle and over 1,500 horses on their sweep through ..................... From Confederate sympathizers . The Northern leaning folks hid their stock or drove them beyond the scope of the raid . The other folks didn't think their brothers would steal from them .......... WRONG!
My Greatgrandma showed me where she and the other women had lead their best horse into the kitchen and hid him in a secret room behind the kitchen fire place while the men were driving the rest of the stock into the next county west beyond the scope of the raiders .
I'm ramblin , I guess . Comes from samplin my own product alone cause none of you came to the fire tonight . What I was goin to tell was about a trail through a beech forest goin over to the raider's main path . Beautiful stately trees several hundred years old . Nice quiet path that I used often goin over to join the raiders . Except for one place that always had a chill to it and even buggered my pony .
That feller was my buddy . He'd jump a 5 strand bobwire fence with me on his back if I put my coat over the top wire so he could see where it was and walk through fire if I asked him to . Except for that little bit of path . We always has a disagreement when it came to crossing that spot . And I was always uneasy and chilled at that spot whether I was on foot or on the pony .
Asked my Grampa about that place and he told me that when he was a youngster that some mean folks , and he named them , had murdered and robbed a pack peddler at that spot . They was never taken up to the Law over that so I guess that the peddler's spirit is still hanging around seeking justice .
Howdy Truckinbutch,
I didn't want to talk with my mouth full, and risk dropping some of those savory morrell's.
What do you think of this Dillo? Will it pair up with your smooth spirits if we make it in the half shell? Those mesquite embers look just about ready.Your story reminded me of what my wife experienced once, she did not feel any temperature change, just fear on the spot. It happened after one of my accidents. I was already walking after a broken femer, and shattered ankles, with pain of course, but without crutches.
We went to enjoy the clear waters of the Texas hill country west of Uvalde. I found a road by the side of the Nueces river, and took it until we got to an area with too much loose river rock. I didn't want to get stuck out there so we parked and went to explore the river.
After wading upstream, I got left behind quite a ways, and got to a small chalk bluff that my wife had seen already. It had a big pocket close to the bottom with bones where some animal had a meal, and further upstream there was a pocket, or small oval cave about four feet wide by two feet very close to the top maybe as high as a telephone pole.
Inside of that pocket I could make out the corner of a wood box. Since the gas wells that I looked after were close to an old abandoned air base with a firing range for the airplanes, I figured it was an ammo box. These wood ammo boxes were everywhere just west of Eagle Pass. I even have a few that I brought to the ranch. I figured someone was playing a joke, and stuck one of these in that pocket. It wasn't until years later that I saw the same wood boxes in a western movie. They were loading a train with a gold shipment.
When my wife got back, I showed her the corner of the box with the binoculars, and told her I wanted to go back a ways to where I could get on top of the "river bank", to check it out from above. The pocket had a small hole on top, and I figured I could get it out through there. I started walking back into a shallow pool with the binoculars to get a better view of the box when my wife sensed something. I have never seen her so scared as she was then. She begged me not to go in the water. That pool was only about eight feet across, and maybe eight inches deep (you could see the bottom very clearly). I was laughing at her, but she was dead serious, and begged me not step into that pool, and asked for us to leave, which we did.
We went back about twelve years later, no more road, the place got fenced up. We walked by the opposite bank, and waded on some places, until we got to the area. My wife still scared. It looked a little different after all those years. The big pocket on the bottom is even bigger, and the one that had the box, has collapsed. You can make out the dip of collapsed rock that filled the pocket.
I do wonder if someone else got the box before the top of the pocket collapsed? The place is maybe a half mile from a stage crossing, so it may have been full of money. Maybe someone got killed where that small pool was, quien sabe?
What I do know, is that I'm not taking my wife there anymore.
Homar
You must have some good stories to share with us, I worked for Cat in your neck of the woods, East Peoria Plant.
Hmmmm... Camp is now clean and ready for more fun and unusual stories.
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