Divinebunbun's Rugged Rural Missouri

Divinebunbun lives in a log cabin on 100 acres in the rocky Ozark foothills. Her porch is a box seat on nature and the seasons. This is her journal of chores and mysteries, natural history photos, and observations.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Cops: 0; Me, 1

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We got our colorful eastern Missouri autumn, beyond our wildest dreams, and today was its most gorgeous day. So I lunched in a little coun...

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Men Taught Me

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Men from my daddy on down took me fishing, but I was 45 when I got my first fishing rod and a man taught me terminal tackle, and a year ol...

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Sunday, August 2, 2009

Favorite Fishing Access

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Six a.m. found me on the Big River at Byrnes Mill, Mo. (pop. 1339). What remained of the original mill was destroyed by the floods of ‘0...

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Sunday, June 7, 2009

What's Biting Today?

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I fished today. At the local Shell I asked where I could buy bait. “You’re in the right place,” said the clerk, and sold me 2 dozen night cr...

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

The True Meaning of Summer

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Fishin rods waitin' on my porch, bought last summer by David. Pink for me, blue for him. He's that kind of guy. They're waiting ...

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Man Kisses Bass

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Out fishin' on a spit of land stuck into a lake in St. Charles County, and catching nothing, I saw a single fisherman, a stranger, in a ...

Monday, August 11, 2008

I Learn to Fish

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Got the urge to buy the $12 Missouri license and go fishin'. Came on suddenly. Haven't fished for years and was never very knowledge...

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