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DON'T EVER GIVE UP GOOD PEOPLE. FOR YOUR COURAGE COMES FROM YOUR DEEP CONVICTIONS!
Posted:Dec 7, 2018 11:38 am
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2018 7:49 am
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COURAGE IS TRUE CONVICTION

YOU DON'T NEED ANY YARDSTICKS
TO FIND THE TRUE MEASURE OF A MAN.

FOR TALK CAN BECOME QUITE MEANINGLESS
IN OUR ATTEMPTS TO GAIN THE UPPER HAND

THERE ONCE WAS TWO OPPOSING ARMIES
BOTH FIGHTING TO THEIR VERY DEATHS

ONE WAS THE AGGRESSOR SEEKING CONQUEST
THE OTHER PROTECTING FREEDOM WITHIN UNREST

WHILE THE ATTACKERS HAD MORE NUMBERS
AND MACHINES THAT DESTROYED AND MAIMED

THE HOMELAND ARMY WAS WELL DUG IN
IN THOSE UGLY LIFE AND DEATH WAR GAMES

FOR WITH FREEDOM FOR IT'S PEOPLE'S
COMES BOTH RESERVE AND TRUE FAITH

THE FLEEING INVADERS WERE VANQUISHED
RETREATING BACK TO FROM WHERE THEY CAME

SO ONCE AGAIN, THOSE BRAVE YOUNG MEN
WITH GOD AND COUNTRY ON THERE SIDE

MAINTAINED THEIR VALUED TOTAL FREEDOMS
THEIR GREATEST REASON TO SIMPLY HAVE SURVIVED!

Dan M.. 03561 Feb. 2012

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DOES SIZE REALLY MATTER?? (some long necking required)
Posted:Dec 1, 2018 12:58 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2018 3:51 pm
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DOES SIZE REALLY REALLY MATTER?

It was my very first day of SEX EDUCATION 169 when I seriously asked my new Professor Watkins "Does size really matter sir?"

I guess I was not the first student to have asked that question of him as instantly he told all 37 of us frosh the following story.

"'Once upon a time there was this simply divine female giraffe. Tall, slender, with long sexy eye lashes and a teasing walk of promise! Each day she never failed to strut her stuff around the entire jungle delibertely showing off her magnificent body!

While every male animal species in the jungle couldn't help but to notice and admire her feminine charms, it was a mature male mouse named Topo that somehow instantly fell madly and deeply in love with her.

From practically day one. he bragged to all the other 11 male mice that shared the same den "That he was going to screw her brains out someday!"

As could be expected, every single one of them rolled on the floor laughing their asses off at his ridiculous claim.

Three weeks of him sending love letters full of passionate promise went by before he received a reply back from her that said.

"Little mouse Topo, I can't help to not only feel flattered, but your smooth style of confidence mixed with sexual innduendos has me more than a little bit turned on!

Tonight there is a full harvest moon to give glowing light, meet me next to the main watering hole for a night of divine promise and passion! Take me for I am now yours!""

So the entire mouse den was shocked and surprised when Topo showed them all her response to his naughty flirting. At midnight they met under the glow of the moon and went into a small clearing and started to go at it....

Five hours passed as poor Topo now back at his mouse den had his tongue hanging out while desperately panting to catch his breath. He was also lying on his back with the bottoms of his four paws all raw and bloody while pointing skywards.

It was the mouse leader that came over to Topo then and said " I guess little buddy when she saw the tiny size of your mouse penis, that 1,350 pound seventeen foot high giraffe got so frustrated and angry that she kicked the living shit right out of you didn't she" ???????

To his arrogant question little TOPO replyed the following.

" NO IN FACT SHE LOVED MY DICK, ITS JUST THAT BETWEEN KISSING HER AND SCREWING HER FOR ALMOST FIVE HOURS. I HAD TO HAVE RUN A GOOD NON STOP THIRTY FIVE HARD ASS MILES!"

So you see "SIZE DOES NOT MATTER, but STAYING POWER CERTAINLY DOES Professor Watkins said to our freshman class while wearing a knowing smile!

Dan M 03561 1


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A HONEST TO GOD REAL TALKING DOG FOR SALE SUPER CHEAP!
Posted:Nov 16, 2018 6:04 am
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2018 12:32 pm
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A guy is driving around the back woods of Montana and he sees a sign in front of a broken down shanty-style house: 'Talking Dog For Sale 'He rings the bell and the owner appears and tells him the dog is in the backyard.

The guy goes into the backyard and sees a nice looking Labrador retriever sitting there.

'You talk?' he asks.

'Yep,' the Lab replies.

After the guy recovers from the shock of hearing a dog talk, he says 'So, what's your story?'

The Lab looks up and says, 'Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the CIA.

In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one figured a dog would be eavesdropping.'

'I was one of their most valuable spies for eight running...

But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn't getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at the airport to do some undercover security, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded a batch of medals.'
'I got married, had a mess of puppies, and now just retired.'

The guy is amazed. He goes back in and asks the owner what he wants for the dog.

'Ten dollars,' the guy says.

'Ten dollars? This dog is amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheap?'

'Because he's a Bullshitter . He's never been out of the yard'


Dan M. circa 2016!~
( taken from my vast collection of online blog archieves)
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THE HIDDEN CAVE OF INDIAN SECRETS!
Posted:Dec 10, 2018 6:41 am
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2018 12:49 pm
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REDSKY 1000'S OUT OF THIS WORLD SECRETS

Unknown to almost all peoples located everywhere upon the face of our good earth except for our own people's of pure Dakota Indian bloodlines, lies our Cave of Secrets.
Today there is not a single living tribe member that can lead one there to its hidden location somewhere within the vast still unexplored virgin wilderness parts of New Mexico.

Our culture states that it seeks and only finds finds those very special and truly deserving of us to be honored for all of eternity within its sacred chambers. Countless thousands of our people have taken their last breath with their ending thoughts being the great Spirit will come, take them by their lifeless hands and grant them this rare honor!

For over the ten thousand yearly campfires of our brotherhood ,It is said through both hidden painted cave drawings and passed on by spoken word, that contained within its invisible walls lies the complete anceint and true history of what is known to have evolved into becoming modern day North America.

Breaking our Indian Code of trespass honor, was a Princeton educated whiteman who in the late fall of 1939, stumbled upon our Cave Of Secrets while seeking deposits of a new element just named Uranium 235!

In bearing proof of his accidential discovery, he took with him a piece of scripted mica about the size of an arrow head.

In being an ageologist and not an archaeologist, he had no idea what the barely visable carved strange language meant or signified?

Within 90 short days working under the direction of a young 44 year old director of the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation by the name of J. Edgar Hoover, the US Army's secret Decoding Enigma division working to crack the vaulted Cipher
machine of Adolph Hitler's Nazi party as WW2 loomed, instead transcribed this harmless looking Indian artifact!

Today some 76 years after these events transpired, I Redsky will release this true story involving our peoples as well as many others.

These many layers of mica were a sort of journal of our peoples entire history. It told of the times of the ice age, drought, disease and famine. Inter tribeal wars and invasions coming from those crossing the Alaskain land bridge.

But most importantly is told of our Heavenly Gods we named the Great Spirits. Spirits because they were living creatures unlike us. Today we call them Aliens or Extraterrestrials.

They came to us in the same crafts found on ancient cave wall drawing discovered and documented on six different continents on earth. They were not hostile but instead silent teachers that showed by example and not spoken words.

They were the first to sit in pow wow sharing a new form of communiation called sign language. They did not eat our offered food but did drink water from our dug out wooden cups.

Out of nothing they produced new tool for us to use. New ways to plant were shown to us and then they left promising to return if we honored their laws of Peace and Harmony to all of our kind!

Although they were unseen, they came as promised. New piles of needed food were found many times just outside of our village. A stange herb was left to cure a runaway plague some 500 years ago as was cloth and hides for sewing to make cloths, blankets and our tee pees.

The whiteman never told us of their discovery of our Cave Of Secrets. Instead true to theirr evil and very calculated ways, they laid ready for the return of these creatures they considered dangerous.

Yes we now believe that on June 14, 1947 near Roswell New Mexico only 36 miles from where our people were honoring and burrying our great fallen 89 year old Chief Bonding Brothers, our friends from afar sent an embasy craft to pay tribute and somehow crashed.

Aboard that craft were a great number of technological gadgets and systems that today have brought this planet into a complete new enviormental age of wireless and sub atomic machines.

Think what you may, but all ancient civilizations knew what you people today deny. Mankind is but one of countless life forms within the vast endless scope of Creation.

(as always Red Sky's teachings being passed on by

Dan M. 03561 July 8, 2015

footnote:
Redsky is a creation of mine that is a STORY TELLER OF HIS INDIAN PEOPLES..........his Blog posts are written now only occasionly . He tells of his peoples and young son plights and curture in a way that cant help but bring understanding and compassion to his conquored peoples.

For Humanity must become Universal if God's intended Reasons for Llife are to be Justifie
d!



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YOU CAN'T TEACH STUPID, AS THEIR BRAIN BUTTONS ARE SHORT CIRCUTED. HE HAS THIS ONE COMING.
Posted:Dec 9, 2018 10:27 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2018 8:54 pm
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IN RESPONSE TO THE BELOW BLOG OF PURE HATE ATTACKING MYSELF AND FEW OTHERS THAT WORK DAM HARD IN BRINGING INTEREST AND VALUE TO OUR BLOG READERS SENIOR LIVES.

hiramhankwilliamM 95M

blog have become a glamour show. few are worth reading. the front page has become who can post the most with the most views.

talk about muliti ids

this not a a woe is me it is simply a message im done posting.

digest this how even any one wishes.

we have now at least 2 id that consumes the front page and one that writes endless

blogs that are pirated.

I will watch and comment.

I see blogs going like the chat.

many blessing to all


WELL ITS NICE TO SEE YOU FORMALLY LISTING, YOUR REASONS FOR YOUR CAUSE.
AS FOR YOU NO LONGER POSTING, I CAN TRULY ENVISON UNANIMOUS APPLAUSE

SO LETS ADDRESS ALL YOUR ASSTUTE CONTENTIONS, OF YOUR SUCH VALAD POINTS
THAT YOU UNCLEARLY BRING UP, AFTER SMOKING ALL OF THAT LARGE BLUNT JOINT

FIRSTLY VIEWS HAVE NOTHING TO DO, WITH HOW THE BLOG RATINGS DO ARISE
I HATE TO BURST YOUR CLOUDED BUBBLE ,AND SHOCK YOU WITH DEEP SURPRISE

IT'S THE SUPPORT OF BLOG READERS, THAT DETERMINE THE COLLECTIVE RATINGS SCALE
VIEWING TOTAL NUMBER DON'TCOUNT FOR ANYTHING, SO PASS GO TO GET OUT OF JAIL

THE TOP FIFTEEN BLOGGER ARE ALWAYS SHOWN, IN THE ORDER THAT THEY RUN
SO TAKE A GOOD LONG CLOSE UP LOOK, YOUR RANKING IS 14, WHILE I AM NUMBER 1

THIS DESPITE I JOINED THIS SITE, MERELY ONE MONTH AGO ON NOVEMBER EIGHTH
NOW AS TO ADDRESS MY PIRATING, OF MATERIALS YOU VIEW AS TRULY GREAT!

AS MOST IN HERE ALREADY KNOW, YOUR VERY DAM SLOW, WHEN IT COMES TO BRAINS
SO YOU TOTALLY MISHEARD , HIS SPOKEN WORDS, THUS INSTEAD HOPPED ON A TRAIN

WITH YOUR MIND SO LOOSE, YOU TOOK TO THE CABOOSE, IN THE VERY REAR
SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU WERENT ON CUE, CLEAING THE WAX OUT OF YOUR EARS

YES HIRAM I HAVE NO REAL PROSE TALENTS , AS I AM PIRATING FROM SOMEONE ELSE
DAM YOUR SMART, JUST LIKE A SILENT FART, THAT SOMEHOW SNEAKS OUT STEALTH.

THUS PER YOUR VIEWS, JUST LIKE TAINTED NEWS, MEANS LITTLE IN OUR READERS OPINIONS
SO GRAB SOME TISSUES, REGARDING ALLYOUR FALSE ISSUES, THIS IS NOT YOUR DOMINION

NOT WANTING YOU TOTALLY LOST, WITH YOUR BIG LUNCH BEING TOSSED, I WILLSO MERFULLY END
SIMPLY BY SAYING, ALL YOUR LIFE YOU'VE BEEN A STRAYING, THUSTHIS RESONSE MEANT TO OFFEND??
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YOU CAN'T TEACH STUPID, FOR HIS BRAIN BUTTON IS PERMANENTLY SHORT CIRCUITED!!!
Posted:Dec 9, 2018 10:02 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2018 1:30 pm
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Sorry to have to post this negative post, but this sniping by one long time mental midget in here that finally needs to be sent a very clear message!

Thus I represent many in here he has insulted, slandered and ticked off over the years. So to you hillbilly boy I post this blog in reply!


BLOG RESPONSE TO hiramhankwilliamm 95M post below;

blogs have become a glamour show. few are worth reading

. the front page has become who can post the most with the most views.

talk about muliti ids

this not a a woe is me it is simply a message im done posting.

digest this how even any one wishes.

we have now at least 2 id that consumes the front page and one that writes endless

blogs that are pirated.


I will watch and comment.

I see blogs going like the chat.

many blessing to all


WELL ITS NICE TO SEE YOU FORMALLY LISTING, YOUR REASONS FOR YOUR CAUSE.
AS FOR YOU NO LONGER POSTING, I CAN TRULY ENVISION UNANIMOUS APPLAUSE

SO LETS ADDRESS ALL YOUR ASSTUTE CONTENTIONS, OF YOUR SUCH VALID POINTS
THAT YOU UNCLEARLY BRING UP, AFTER SMOKING ALL OF THAT LARGE BLUNT JOINT

FIRSTLY VIEWS HAVE NOTHING TO DO, WITH HOW THE BLOG RATINGS DO ARISE
I HATE TO BURST YOUR CLOUDED BUBBLE ,AND SHOCK YOU IN DEEP SURPRISE

IT'S THE SUPPORT OF BLOG READERS, THAT DETERMINE THE COLLECTIVE RATINGS SCALE
VIEWING TOTAL NUMBER DON'TCOUNT FOR ANYTHING, SO PASS GO TO GET OUT OF JAIL

THE TOP FIFTEEN BLOGGER ARE ALWAYS SHOWN, IN THE ORDER THAT THEY RUN
SO TAKE A GOOD LONG CLOSE UP LOOK, YOUR RANKING IS 14, WHILE I AM NUMBER 1

THIS DESPITE I JOINED THIS SITE, MERELY ONE MONTH AGO ON NOVEMBER EIGHTH
NOW AS TO ADDRESS MY PIRATING, OF MATERIALS YOU VIEW AS TRULY GREAT!

AS MOST IN HERE ALREADY KNOW, YOUR VERY DAM SLOW, WHEN IT COMES TO BRAINS
SO YOU TOTALLY MISHEARD , GOD'S SPOKEN WORDS, THUS INSTEAD GOT ON A TRAIN

WITH YOUR MIND SO LOOSE, YOU TOOK TO THE CABOOSE, IN THE VERY REAR
SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T ON CUE, CLEANING THE WAX OUT OF YOUR EARS

YES HIRAM I HAVE NO REAL PROSE TALENTS , AS I AM PIRATING FROM SOMEONE ELSE
DAM YOUR SMART, JUST LIKE A SILENT FART, THAT SOMEHOW SNEAKS OUT STEALTH.

THUS PER YOUR VIEWS, JUST LIKE TAINTED NEWS, MEANS LITTLE IN OUR READERS OPINIONS
SO GRAB SOME TISSUES, REGARDING ALL YOUR FALSE ISSUES, THIS IS NOT YOUR DOMINION

NOT WANTING YOU TOTALLY LOST, WITH YOUR BIG LUNCH BEING TOSSED, I WILL SO MERCIFULLY END.
SIMPLY BY SAYING, ALL YOUR LIFE YOU'VE BEEN A STRAYING, THUS YOU HAVE MY MANY REASONS TO OFFEND?


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TO COMPLEMENT THE MOOSE STORY BELOW.
Posted:Dec 9, 2018 2:24 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2018 9:12 am
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SPRINGTIME

Announcing the beginnings
Of our annual celebrations

Such joyous needed times
For all our festive jubilations

Winters harsh coldness
Finally melted fully away

Now new bright overhead skys
Replacing those unwanted grays

Brightness now running abound
Bringing welcomed color change

Dying plants yet reborn again
By mysteries to us all too strange

Our lost beautiful animal friends
Magically reappear to be seen

It's the time for brand new life
With Mother Nature on the scene

This repetitive miracle cycle
Unbroken over so much time

Producing new kinds of growing life
Plants, flowers, leaves and vines

With soft white puffy clouds
Now framed in a gentle blue

Our smiling Sun again casting shadows
While delivering such warmth for you

By late May Springtime has done her job
Showing both determination and patience

For Summer's now ready to step into her place
Completing the Miracle of Mother Natures Creations !

by Dan M. 03561 Springtime 2010

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A GREAT TRUE LIFE ADOPTED BABY MOOSE ANIMAL STORY
Posted:Dec 9, 2018 1:42 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2018 9:13 am
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Posted: Dec 13, 2010 7:34 pm
Last Updated: Jan 2, 2011 2:33 am
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The below photo hung in my new dentist Peter Low's Bethlehem NH office. I talked briefly about it with him. He raises show horses and the man in the picture was an old Maine pulling team friend of his dating back some 40 plus years of annual State Fairs held in Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont. Between a few research questions and my adult lifetime of nature explorations lead to the following story.
A truly remarkable real life story of a Moose that was never named. So I called him the Miracle Moose of Maine.


THE MIRACLE MOOSE OF MAINE

Like just about all of the countless wild creatures born across America, Bethlehem's very own Doctor Peter Low’s Miracle Moose from Maine, was born in the early spring. This being not by mere accident, but rather by Mother Nature’s carefully designed plan that’s been scripted, in effect and time tested for thousands of age old centuries now!

For this is the time of year when nature is at her most forgiving. Every creature whether wild or domesticated, need three basic things in order to be able to prosper, flourish and survive. These being food, shelter and safety!

With the harsh difficult winter weather finally subsided and past, spring is the time of year for the annual miracle of new plant life to form and grow. Everywhere more friendly temperatures arrive and life itself starts yet another brand new wonderful annual cycle of growth and development.

Mothers of all land species with the exception of bears, give birth in April or early May when new vegetation in the form of much needed feed, buds, blossoms and flowers grow either on the ground, on tree branches or even underwater in aquatic form. This certainly holds true here in New England.

Perhaps a peek into the series of necessary events that had to happen and go against the usual laws of Mother Nature, to have a born in the wild Moose, display this type of amazing adopted conduct!

In short form this moose was but a very young calf that somehow lost its mother and thus became orphaned! Not yet even weaned, its chances of survival were nil as moose do not herd like their smaller cousins the white tail deer do. Thus no other mother or cow moose would accept or bother with him.

Left alone, it was destined for starvation, disease or a predator like a bobcat, eastern coyote or roaming bear. The chances are that its mother was a young moose and he was her very first born calf.

I say this because he was wandering and all alone. Older cow moose usually give their second or third births to twin calf’s and sometimes even triplets.

A sad event had to occur and only taking an educated guess at best , his mother and him became separated somehow. Perhaps she fled in panic due to a predator bear or rejected him which does happen to first born at times in the wild. His unwillingness to cross a high fast running spring stream or river is possible also.

Disease though unlikely cannot be ruled out either as well as a moose car accident that happens hundreds of times yearly here in northern New England. In any event, the little guy was wandering and found by perhaps one of the only people around that could save his young life.

He was a horse man with a working team of draft horses from what Dr. Low told me. A kind hard working man giving back and preserving nature and carrying out the rich tradition of caring for a very special species of animal that was instrumental in helping make America Great and what she is today.

Before the transcontinental railroads, it was the horse serving in three capacities of being ridden, carrying pack supplies or pulling a wagon that allowed New Hampshire's very own Horace Greeley’s famous words " Go West Young man !" to come true.

With decades of invaluable experience under his belt, this Maine animal farmer took this helpless animal under his wing and fed him from a nursing bottle. I'm sure a vet was called for some advice and most likely a few minerals and vitamins were added to the many hand held feedings during those first two months or so.

It was surely a time of uncertainty as many factors now entered the mix. The young moose’s instincts to wander off in search of his mother. His performing a most difficult task which is called Imprinting. Imprinting simply being a new borns strong bonding with usually the first living and moving object it sees. Nature provides all land mass species with instant bonding to its mother! Again food, shelter and safety are mothers inborn gifts to their young ones survival.

Ducks and geese when orphaned display this type of imprinting behavior as do a few other kinds of animals as well. But surely this little guy had seen his mother and most likely had never seen a human being in its young first early days of life.

With a horse barn, hay , feed and the smell of horses, our little moose practically void of being taught anything, had to greatly rely on its most gifted sense. That being the sense of smell as moose have rather poor eye vision throughout their entire life times.

Having spent a modest but small share of my over half a century of life out in the wild as an out doors man, hunter, fisherman and novice video photographer, I can personally attest to the fact that animals at times can and do some pretty remarkable things.

For the most part, wild creatures do not really think or figure things out. They instead are born with natural instincts to get them through life. Cats and dogs know they don’t like each other and are born enemies. Yet under certain circumstances they adapt when choices are not available.

So our little moose certainly had to experience some of the following: He had to quell his desire to roam and wander and stay basically put in one place. He had to alter his natural diet of wild plant vegetation and learn to eat and accept the grains Dr. Low told me he was fed.

I'm sure over time, he would most certainly browse on plant life found around the farm or nearby woods. No doubt the draft horses and him accepted each other due to the physical elements of being constructed the same way. Four legs, build and same type of structure and comparative size.

Smell acceptance is quite a bonding agent and also would have definitely taken place. At some point in time, most likely entering his second fall season, the horseman knew the time for him to go out into the wild had arrived.

Mating instincts, the tendency to naturally roam freely, feed, antler development and the need to rub his massive antlers on both hard and soft wooded tall trees no doubt beckoned our miracle moose.

Skeletal development uses up a great deal of feed minerals and only once it reaches its maximum size, do all members of the deer family start to grow so called trophy sized full antler racks. Thus until aged two and half, deer and moose here in New England have much smaller racks than their older male cousins.

This is where this true life story starts to get very amazing. Our young moose now considered a teenager by our standards. Has bonded so strongly with our horseman, his farm and other domesticated animals, it goes against all the basic laws of its hundreds of thousands of years of behavioral moose species existence!

That Maine horse breeder and trainer I’m sure fixed up some kind of a sheltered stall or place for our miracle moose to bed in. Easily accessible and yet easy to leave so that it had its freedom any time it chose too. Yet when set free, this healthy well conditioned moose chose to live a semi domesticated life rather than take to the call of the wild as author Jack London so expertly coined.

This was truly against all odds. A perhaps one in ten thousand event at the very least. He loved his life which by comparison to the testing year round elements of the wild was a much easier life to endure and survive within.

No wandering in search of food! No harsh storms to get soaked and chilled in. Yes protective coats are indeed subject to breakdowns. No real tic problems or the well documented moose ear mites known to be quite common here in New England. No early winter freezing rain that became ice sheets that lasted and made ground browsing ten times more difficult than normal winters.

No other testy larger and far more aggressive and powerful bull moose looking to bully and badger one far smaller and inexperienced in combative ways involved in the ways of claiming breeding rights.

Had our teen aged moose become confused thinking he was a horse? Well having stayed his entire life on that horse farm except for now and then nearby excursions of curious local exploring, he was a dang farm moose...... Yes a one of a kind example of yet another quite remarkable miracle courtesy of mother nature.

Doctor Low and I both agree, he had to be fixed to produce this type of docile and friendly social acceptance and soft temperament behavior. Now his mission on earth was not to roam freely and hopefully to pass on his gene pool, but rather to of all things, perform domestic work never before reached in all the history of his moose kind.

The picture proudly hanging is proof positive that our Miracle Maine Moose felt some kind of rare Love and understanding of his friends. He would walk uncharacteristically slowly besides the horseman’s hooked up teams.

Moose in the wild are known to reach full lope jogging speeds of upwards to 30 miles per hour. On a hard packed but backwoods Maine dirt road north of Anson, Maine back in the late 1980's, I drove a ford pick up truck that a full grown bull trotted right out in front of.

With crooked back legs taking surprisingly rapid and long strides, indeed my speed odometer read 25mph for a good hundred yards before he turned off and complete with six foot wide antlers disappeared into the thick lakeside forest and right out of sight.

So the wise and well educated horse farmer decided that if he was so interested in his pulling team, why not give him the full opportunity to join it. Full domestication of a wild moose to pull a sled to lug fallen trees or heavy objects?

This part I cant begin to imagine as these men you might see almost effortlessly handling a team at the Hopkington or Rochester State fairs annual pulling events, can communicate and understand there horses? Perhaps Dr. Low being quite an accomplished horseman in his own right, might far better explain.

The end result of some very specialized one of a kind training netted this remarkable photograph. Fully fitted in the pulling harnesses including a mouth bit and reins. No doubt like his cousin horses, our Miracle moose had to have loved and welcomed this physical activity.

From bottle feeding to being weaned and broken in on a semi foreign diet, to be trained to sleep in semi domesticated quarters on a regular daily basis, to have its breeding instincts eliminated, to achieve its size and weight far beyond normalcy is astounding.

Fully grown mature bull moose here in the continental United states reach around an average weight of 1,100 pounds. Some exceed this reaching perhaps 1,300 pound exceptions. Our Miracle moose weighed in at an unbelievable weight of 2000 pounds. That’s a one ton of animal. Only the more hearty Alaskan species of bull moose reach that body mass weight. Surely Miracle moose was the largest moose ever to inhabit Maine during modern times.

Also Dr. Low informed me that in the wild moose life expectancy is normally 12 years. I knew white tailed deer are expected to live five years. So our Miracle moose lived to age 15 or 25% longer than had he been in the wild.

So as you view the remarkable photograph hanging in this office, understand that kindness, love, caring and determination can over come almost impossible odds.
All of life is connected. Nature is the greatest element in all of creation. Our wild friends at times need care and a small degree of help! So feed the birds and creatures around you. Please adopt a pet destined to have only so much time left if you don’t!!

This story was written by me for my his dentist Dr.Peter Low of Bethlehelm N.H and my now daily growing online blog readers as well.
PS He did a wonderful job on my new dentures. Simply food for thought!


Dan M. 03561 from a blog of mine 8 some years ago.
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FOR ALL THAT HAVE LOST THEIR SOULMATE. LETS TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO REMEMBER THEM, SAY HELLO AND LOVE!
Posted:Dec 8, 2018 10:38 am
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2018 7:51 am
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For those of you for your very own reasons (health, age of just deeply instilled fears, here is a short poem of INSPIRATION ...

THE STRENGTH OF CONVICTION

LOSS CAN NEVER BECOME TOTAL
WHEN LOVE LIVES WITHIN ONE'S HEART

FOR UNBROKEN IS THAT CHAIN THAT BONDS
ETERNALLY LINKED TO NEVER COME APART

FOR ITS MAGICLY FORGED TO UNIFY
MOLDING TWO PEOPLE'S UNITED MINDS

THE GREATEST MIRACLE LIFE CAN OFFER
FOR OUR SOULS LIVE FOREVER WITHIN TIME

IT'S OUR HUMAN BELIEF IN THE AFTER WORLD
THAT SOMEHOW ALLOW US ALL TO ACCEPT

A REMBERED FACE NOW IN BETTER PLACE
SIMPLY RELOCATED INSTEAD OF DEATH

THUS TO ME PASSING IS JUST A MEETING PLACE
IN LEAVING THIS KNOWN WORLDLY GIVEN LIFE

SO THAT ALL LOST SOULS CAN BE FOUND AGAIN
FOR ALL OF ETERNITY SHALL THEY AGAIN UNITE!


Dan M. June 2013 03561


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