Podcast appearances and mentions of Albert Johnson

Albert Johnson on Ross on Wye Cider & Perry Offerings This is the 3rd time we have featured Albert Johnson because it is always a treat to hear about the happenings at Ross on Wye Cider and Perry. In particular, we catch up on the accommodations on site for visitors and of course the wide range of single varietal ciders. Albert Johnson In this Cider Chat Visitor Experiences and Accommodations Discussion on camping, bed & breakfast options, and orchard chalets. Includes details on the Yew Tree pub and its offerings. Cider Offerings and Unique Styles Explanation of single varietal ciders, dry cider philosophy, and production techniques. Events and Festivals Highlights of monthly cider clubs, Ciderganza, Summertime Soiree, and the Ross Cider Fest. Cider Pairing Insights Recommendations for pairing cider with specific dishes, including creamy pastas, fish, and spicy curries. Social Media and Community Engagement Albert's approach to outreach via tastings, social media, and fostering personal connections. Future Plans and Challenges Focus on growth strategies, challenges in the UK cider market, and maintaining the unique identity of Ross on Wye. Conclusion and Final Thoughts Reflection on the importance of community, passion for cider, and welcoming visitors to Ross on Wye. B&B Breakfast by Aunt Hillary at Broome Farm B&B Event Calendar at Ross Ross Cider Fest: Starts the Thursday after the August Bank Holiday (varies yearly, e.g., August 28 in 2025). Ciderganza: Easter weekend. Summertime Soiree Ross-tober-fest: Contact for Ross on Wye Cider and Perry Company Yew Tree Pub, Ross on Wye Cider and Perry Co. Website: rosscider.com Mentions in this Cider Chat Totally Cider Tour to the UK – send an email to info@ciderchat.com to get on the wait list for this 2025 tour taking place August 25-31, 2025 Snowcapped Cider | Colorado CiderCon2025 Promo Code –  Once you get to the registration form, towards the end of the first page you'll reach a section in the form that says “additional registration information” and there is a question: If you have a coupon, please enter code here (case-sensitive): CiderChat Past Episodes with Albert Johnson 410: International Perry Panel | CiderCon 2024 404: Ross Cider and Perry is Lit! 194: The Reason for Being | Ross on Wye Cider & Perry, UK

The Mad Trapper of Rat River was a Canadian fugitive who killed two RCMP officers and was killed by a posse seeking justice. He was identified as Albert Johnson after his death, but investigators believe this is an alias. Join Mike and Gibby as they discuss the person known as The Mad Trapper. The Mad Trapper's true identity remains a mystery nearly 100 years later. There are many theories to his identity and many people have come forward over the years claiming they know who the person was. The authorities also have DNA, which may soon solve the mystery of the Mad Trapper's identity. You can help support the show at patreon.com/truecrimeallthetime Visit the show's website at truecrimeallthetime.com for contact, merchandise, and donation information An Emash Digital production

In late 1931, several Native trappers in Aklavik, Northwest Territories, reported to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) that a newly arrived white man, Albert Johnson, had been tampering with their traps. The RCMP dispatched two officers to Johnson's remote cabin, but he refused to speak with them, so they left to get a warrant to search his home. When the officers returned and tried to gain entry, Johnson fired a shotgun blast through the cabin door, wounding one of the RCMP officers.The incident quickly escalated when a posse of RCMP officers returned and tossed dynamite into the cabin, initiating a firefight in which one officer was killed, and a manhunt that would last more than month and unfold across more than 150 miles of some of the roughest terrain in the world. In the end, Albert Johnson would not be taken alive. And while his death may have ended the wild pursuit across the Yukon territory, it was just the beginning of another mystery that would endure into the twenty-first century.Thank you to the Incredible Dave White of Bring Me the Axe Podcast for research and Writing support!ReferencesCanadian Press. 1932. "Long chase of slayer." New York Times, February 18: 3.Edmonton Journal. 1932. "Cornered by pursuers, wounded and fighting to last, Johnson slain." Edmonton Journal, February 18: 1.—. 1932. "Think Mad Trapper hiding in Arctic wilderness cabin." Edmonton Journal, January 27: 1.Journal, Edmonton. 1932. "Eyewittness tells story last desperate stand trapper Albert Johnson." Edmonston Journal, February 19: 1.New York Times. 1932. "Mad, hunted trapper kills constable." New York Times, February 1: 38.North, Dick. 2005. Mad Trapper of Rat River: A True Story Of Canada's Biggest Manhunt. New York, NY: Lyons Press.Roden, Barbara. 2022. "The Mad Trapper part 3: Shootout on the Eagle River." North Thompson Times, December 8.—. 2022. "The Mad Trapper part 5: The mystery of Albert Johnson endures to this day." North Thompson Times, December 22.—. 2022. "The Mad Trapper part II: A tragic manhunt plays out." North Thompson Times, December 1.—. 2022. "The Mad Trapper, Part I: a man of mystery arrives in the Arctic." North Thompson Times, November 24.Thompson Reuters. 2021. "Scientists narrow search for mysterious Mad Trapper to Sweden." Comtex News Network, July 30.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Send us a textIt's a new month, which means the return of the Weird Fun Bag series. In the 13th edition, we look at the stories of Richard Parker, Albert Johnson, and Phalaris.Like the show on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/OurWeirdWorldPod/Follow John on Twitter and Instagram @TheJohnHinsonFollow the show on Instagram @OurWeirdWorldPodWant more John? Everyone wants more John. Visit www.johnhinsonwrites.com for all the books, podcasts, waterfalls, and more!

This just in! Hot off the press, its Gabe Cook, Martyn Goodwin-Sharman, Grant Hutchison and Producer Scott, with the current news, absolutely up to date.First off, Gabe brings us back to the UK election results, at the beginning of July, which brings the guys nicely onto a deep, insightful study of everyone's favourite subject, TAX. Martyn brags about running, and videos from the wonderful Lally Macbeth at The Folk Archive. And more breaking news on this cider podcast, as Grant brings the guys together to congratulate Albert Johnson on the birth of his first child. And finally, Producer Scott is preparing for a hike and has to go on a quest beforehand…Even more breaking news in this episode, is the Bristol Cider Salon, as Gabe becomes the roving reporter for the show, with interviews aplenty from the UK's premiere fine cider event. And then it's onto the interview! The guys say Croeso i ddangos to Sam Robinson and Steffan Smith of Seidir Tydecho! This duo have combined passion for Welsh culture, language and storytelling with a desire to celebrate the produce of the land that surrounds them in the beauty of mid-Wales. The guys chat everything, from Troggy's conservatory to honey trails, bothering sheep, second second homes and a certain company killing children. Whilst breaking the news in, the guys drink the brand new C'lanme 2022, which is available now!Finally, wrapping things up is a game from Martyn, which we're sure we've already played, but doesn't make it any less new and current!And with that, the hotel closes for another week. Please do check out the socials, and send us your messages to have your say in where the guys go next, what happens in the future, and just let us know how you're doing! And get ready for our next guest at the Neutral Cider Hotel!THE TEAMGabe is a cider expert: The Ciderologist / SubstackGrant owns a cider shop: Aeble Cider ShopMartyn loves to write about cider: CiderShitExecutive Producer/Editor: Scott RiggsMusic: Billy KennedyCONNECTInstagram: NeutralCiderHotelFacebook: NeutralCiderHotelThreads: NeutralCiderHotelX: NeutralCiderPodYouTube: NeutralCiderHotelLinktree: NeutralCiderHotelListen and share episodes on our website: https://www.neutralciderhotel.net/Leave us a voicemail: https://www.speakpipe.com/neutralciderhotelJoin the conversation: https://www.reddit.com/r/NeutralCiderHotel/

In the second part of our series on the drinks that shaped our journey in cider, it's Albert's turn to reveal the bottles that have most impacted him. Shockingly, three of them are Ross-on-Wye – though Albert didn't actually press the apples in any of them, though he helped bottle and shape the latter two. Even more shockingly however, two of the ciders aren't Ross-on-Wye's at all! In this episode we learn the bottle ‘that did it' for Albert and the two Ross-on-Wyes that shaped his cider making trajectory. Plus the British cidery that's most impacted him and a recent cider that inspired him to keep learning and evolving. A lovely conversation with one of aspirational cider's modern greats (Adam's words, not Albert's!) Ciders by @rosscider @littlepomona and @haykinfamilycider Albert makes cider @rosscider Adam writes about it @adamhwells and @cider_review

Cider's Best Friend is Perry Enjoy this panel discussion “Pear Necessities: International Perry recorded at CiderCon 2024. The panel was moderated by drinks writer, Adam Wells of the UK. Sitting to his right was Tom Oliver of Olivers Cider and Perry Ltd (UK), Laura Cherry of Dragon's Head Cider (Washington State), Albert Johnson of Ross and Wye Cider and Perry Company (UK) and cider critic and blogger Natalia Wszelaki (Germany). (L to R) Tom Oliver (Oliver's Cider and Perry), Albert Johnson (Ross-on-Wye Cider), Laura Cherry (Dragon's Head Cider), Natalia Wszelaki (Cider Explorer), Adam Wells (Cider Review) Topics discussed during this Perry Panel Introduction of Perry Panel Speakers Overview of Perry in both Europe, the UK and America Tasting profiles of 4 Perry's Oliver's Cider and Perry Ltd. (UK) SHHH Ross on Wye Cider & Perry Company (UK) Thorn 2019 S.V. Perry Kertelreiter (Germany) Heiden 2021 Single Tree Perry Dragon's Head Cider (Washington State, US) Sparkling Perry Perry critique of servings via Natalia a.k.a Cider Explorer Shared a bit of history of perry in Austria, Switzerland and Germany Pear Cider vs Perry – are they interchangeable New Perry Book (May 2024) Perry: A Drinker's Guide, author Adam Wells of Cider Review Mentions in this Cider Chat French Cider Tour September 2024 Oliver's Cider and Perry Company – UK Cider in Herefordshire, Tom Oliver audio clip The Whose Who of #xpromotecider in this episode? Join the fun and download the info flyer on Cider Chat offerings at the support page! Post, share and social media and tag Cider Chat! Cider's XPromoters will be featured on an end of year episode! Spacetime Mead & Cider Works, Dunmore, PA The London Cider House Rakkerpak Cider, Denmark @snoopylovescider – referred to a Cider Chat episode with Stormalong Cider. There are currently two episodes with this Massachusetts based maker Episode 036 (Season 1) and 236 Scrub a Dub Valves and Vessels which is part of the Season 5 Cider Making series. American Cider Association – CiderCon

Listener request! The Mad Trapper of Rat River sparked the largest manhunt in Canadian history. Special guest, Beau Binek! Sources: Editors. “Albert Johnson, ‘The Mad Trapper of Rat River.'” The Canadian Encyclopedia, 22 Jan. 2008, www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/albert-johnson. Katz, Hélèna. The Mad Trapper: The Incredible Tale of a Famous Canadian Manhunt. CNIB, 2007. North, Dick. The Mad Trapper of Rat River: A True Story of Canada's Biggest Manhunt. Lyons Press, 2018.

Tariq Ahmed on the Founding and Fermentation Styles at Revel Revel Cider was founded in 2014 and is located in Ontario a little over one hour west of Niagara Falls. Hear Tariq tell how he both got into fermentation, how Revel embraces foraging local resources for ferments, surviving the pandemic and how to get his cider! Tariq Ahmed In this Cider Chat with Revel Visiting the newly opened Tasting Room Co-Ferments Native Yeasts Carbonic Maceration Contact for Revel Cider Website: https://revelcider.com/ Address for Tasting Room: 62 Dawson Rd, Guelph, ON N1H 1A8, Canada Mentions in this Cider Chat New York International Cider Competition 2024 French Cider Tour 2024 – September 22th – 28th Paris, Normandy, Brittany #xpromotecider – Share the Cider Chat Podcast Info Flyer and help your patrons and friends find over 400 episodes on makers, orchards and cider travel. Follow our friend Marcel who is making cider in the Netherlands on Instragram @degerdenner Episode 306 with Elegast Cider, Netherlands Episode 398 with GreenBench Mead and Cider | Saint Petersburg, Florida Episode 404 with Albert Johnson of Ross Cider and Perry Co. | UK Help Support Cider Chat Please donate today. Help keep the chat thriving! Find this episode and all episodes at the page for Cider Chat's podcasts. Listen also at ApplePodcast, Google Play, iHeartRadio , Spotify and wherever you love to listen to podcasts. Follow on Cider Chat's blog, social media and podcast Twitter @ciderchat Instagram: @ciderchatciderville Cider Chat FaceBook Page  Cider Chat YouTube

Featuring Albert Johnson of Ross Cider and Perry Company Ross Cider and Perry is a family owned business located in the West Country of the United Kingdom in the region of Heredfordshire. The Johnson family have been farming this land now with 45 acres of bush orchards and another 10 acres of standard trees and perry pears. The apple trees were planted between 1978 and 2001. And the Perry Pears about 35 years ago by Albert's father Mike. Pictured above: Cider Chat Host Ria, Mike and Albert Johnson - at Ross Cider Fest 2019 Today you can visit the newly remodeled Yew Tree Inn which is situated next to the orchards and all under the Ross Cider ownership. At the pub find 18 taps. They make a wide range of single varietal ciders (upwards to 90) and blends. One will always be guaranteed to be amazed by the offerings when visiting. In this Cider Chat with Albert Catching up since the first interview in 2019 with Mike and Albert – listen to Episode 194 Cider Making Practices The orchards Events Ciderganza A spring cider festival at The Yew Tree Inn Blossom Walk A charity fundraising blossom walk around the Broome Farm orchards Summertime Soirée A weekend drinks festival at The Yew Tree Inn Cider Challenge A charity cider competition and festival at The Yew Tree Inn Ross Cider Festival A summer cider festival at Broome Farm Ross-tober-fest An Octoberfest event held at The Yew Tree Inn Yew Tree Inn, Ross on Wye Contact Info for Ross Cider & Perry Company Website: https://rosscider.com/ For general and cider enquiries: info@rosscider.com For Yew Tree Inn related enquiries: yewtree@rosscider.com For Yew Tree adult only caravan & motorhome enquiries: camping@rosscider.com For Broome Farm family friendly & group camping enquiries:info@rosscider.com Telephone: 01989 562 815 Address: The Yew Tree Inn, Peterstow, Ross-on-Wye, Herefordshire, HR9 6JZ Mentions in this Cider Chat Kordick Family Farm – Listen to Episode 369 featuring the Kordick Family New York International Cider Competition 2024 French Cider Tour 2024

The Grand Old Lady Town Has Legends.By Ian56. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Foreword:In a sun-kissed valley and up over a green hill did one come upon the splendid sight of Old London Town. A landscape of steeples, spires, and belching chimney pots stretching to the far horizon as the populace go about their daily business in the growing community they call; ‘the grand old lady'.Each living their own stories that would be told over and over as the years and generations pass. But some of those tales can only be spoken about in dark shadows with a nudge and a wink. Bawdy stories. Ribald stories. Lusty stories that quicken the heart, catch the breath and fire the blood. Stories that aren’t told in polite company; Tales that can only be shared in places such as this.Max Phallus - the elephant cock of Old London.London. November, 1899.“Good God almighty,” the woman exclaimed as she stood there in the doorway holding a pile of freshly ironed laundry for her new lodger. Remembering her station, she put a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. “Forgive my intrusion, Sir.”Mrs. Hoopenlicker was not one to stand on ceremony and always spoke her mind. Twice widowed and once forsaken, the woman had the benefit of wit, wisdom, and life experience. Or so she thought as she stared unabashedly at the dangling member belonging to the young man standing naked in front of her.Gathering her wits, she knocked on the door she had already innocently opened. “There I go again,” she tutted as she stepped into the spare bedroom. “My most sincere apologies for barging in on you, Mr. Johnson. I thought, perhaps, you had gone out for a short walk to familiarize yourself with your new situation and surroundings. The old lady can be quite the eye-opener for those who have not experienced life in the big city.”Albert Johnson finally found his voice as he stood there still dripping water onto the polished wooden floor. “Uh, I, well,” he coughed and stammered as he tried to cover his modesty with his hands. A futile gesture for he was well aware that, endowed as he was, a fair portion of his member was still showing. “That is quite alright, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. No harm done. I was merely availing myself of the clean pitcher of water and bowl to clean up. I shall be more astute with the lock next time.”He watched as his landlady went over to the dresser and placed the laundry on top. “Thank you kindly,” he replied as he quickly grabbed a clean towel with one hand whilst still trying to hide his largesse with the other. “Your attention to my well-being is much appreciated.”Flushed, she glanced at him as he wrapped the towel around his waist. “Supper is at eight,” she informed him as she walked to the door. “I usually cook some oats and milk with a touch of honey. They say it is most agreeable for the stomach and aids restful sleep. Now, I shall take my leave so you can unpack your baggage and settle in.” With that, she closed the door and went on her way with more than just the daily chores on her mind.It was three days hence and the fading light shone through the lattice window as the landlady and her lodger sat enjoying their late supper together before a simmering log fire. In those three days, they had spent the time getting to know each other. They talked about his family back home in the shires. His new situation as an apprentice teller in the financial heart of the city. His pursuits and Interests as well as life in general and how much he was looking forward to living in the grand old lady.Albert Johnson was nineteen years. He was tall. Countryside lean. Sporting a thick shaggy brown mop of hair with matching brown eyes and an attentive sensible nature. Through connections, he had managed to arrange suitable lodgings near to his place of employment and an initial payment for his monthly rent had been agreed with the lady of the house, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. All in all, things had turned out most fortunate as he sat there enjoying his late supper listening to his landlady chatting happily away about all things under the sun.To his surprise, he found Mrs. Hoopenlicker a most entertaining companion. She was charming, bright, and witty with an easy-going manner that put him instantly at ease. Their little adventure on his first day had, apparently, faded into nothing more than an unfortunate memory and had never been mentioned again.Or so he thought.The sound of her voice and warmth of his supper helped the trials of the day float gently away as he sat on the couch enjoying her company. He rested his bowl on his lap and slowly closed his eyes feeling much contented as he listened.Such was his sleepy repose, he didn’t notice his landlady get out of her fireside chair and ease down beside him and put a hand on his right knee.“By chance in Summertime, Mr. Johnson,” said the older woman as she glanced up at her lodger who was now very much awake and staring wide-eyed at her. “The idyllic dreams of an unattached lady such as myself are sometimes disturbed in a way that does peculiar things to her sensibilities and there is not a jot she can do about it no matter how hard she tries.”The young man was about to say something but she put a finger to his lips. “That first morning those idyllic dreams were very much disturbed by what this lady witnessed and is now the only thing she can think about,” She paused for she understood full well that the next step was the greatest step of all. “If you’d be willing, Mr. Johnson, I should very much like to share this dream with you.” To emphasis the point, she slowly drew her finger down the front of his stays.To young Albert Johnson, it sounded as if his heart was in his skull with his mind all at sea. Rational thought had taken flight and even if he could think straight he doubted he would be able to give voice to it. “Ah, uh, well,” he managed as he stared at his landlady as she cuddled closer to him.All things being equal, Mrs. Hoopenlicker was a fine looking woman. Late forties, he imagined. She was of medium height. Maturely curvaceous. Immaculately presented with long blonde hair that was tied in a fashion down her back. She was wearing a starched white blouse that was buttoned to the neck and tied at the wrists as well as a sensible yellow ankle-length skirt overlaid with flower stitching here and there. A pair of laced leather black boots completed the picture.“Fret not about my presumptions, Mr. Johnson,” she confessed. “But I must speak of the things that are to the forefront of my mind. I ask only that you consider my request in the spirit it is meant,” Mrs. Hoopenlicker saw the first flush of desire flicker in his eyes. “And if I may be so bold, perhaps a little persuasion may assist in your decision.” she offered as she got to her feet and pulled out a wooden stool from under the table.Facing away from him, she placed it in front of the fire as she leaned forward thus presenting her lodger with a perfect view of her shapely backside. She paused for a moment before she turned and put her right foot on the stool. Then, as he sat there watching her little erotic dance, she slowly began to draw up her skirt and petticoats to reveal more of her black stockings to his rapt attention. She stopped at the first sign of her garter and bare thigh. “There now, Mr. Johnson. Do you like what you see?” she teased.“But I hardly know you, Mrs. Hoopenlicker,” gasped Albert. “Though I am much flattered by your attention, I think it only right to point out that we have only just met.”His landlady tugged her clothes a little higher so that the needlepoint of her white French knickers was showing. “Isn’t that the thrill of it though?” she breathed suggestively. “What path we choose shall only concern the two of us at this moment. I trust such an arrangement shall be completely confidential by its very nature. I have needs, Mr. Johnson, and conversation can only get one so far. Besides,” she smiled as she ran both hands down her exposed thigh. “If there had been a whiff of doubt, Sir, you would have said so the moment I laid my hand on your thigh.”Her lodger stared at her. The lady of the house was right. He nodded. “Your words have me at a loss, Mrs. Hoopenlicker,” he replied. “Some things are meant to be and I cannot deny I am aroused by the opportunity you are offering me. Let us have our way with each other and hell be damned.”And so began the strange affair between the landlady, Mrs. Hoopenlicker, and her lodger, Mr. Johnson.“What a magnificent appendage, Mr. Johnson,” gasped Mrs. Hoopenlicker as she admired the young man’s sex as it hung down from his groin. Its length was as long as her forearm with the smooth apple-sized head hidden under the foreskin. “I swear it is the most invigorating thing I have ever seen!”Her lodger was flushed of face as he stood there with his shirt bunched up around his waist whilst his landlady knelt at his feet fawning and cooing over his growing prick. Growing not so much in length but in thickness as the engorged head slowly emerged from its sheath.“May I touch it?” she asked politely, glancing up at him. Heavens, her heart was pounding so vigorously in her chest she felt quite befuddled as she reached up and extended a finger to stroke his stiffening manhood.Albert was beyond reason as he stood gently swaying. What a ridiculous question! He very much wanted Mrs. Hoopenlicker to touch his thing and do so much more with it for he was quite unable to resist the temptations she was offering him.He nodded eagerly. “Please do, Mrs. Hoopenlicker,” he gasped. “But with caution for I have little experience in such things and the bell may ring sooner rather than later.”Grasping the monster at its base, she lifted it up so that its great head and one eye stared back at her as it throbbed in her grip. The most noticeable thing to her was how heavy and hot it was. Pushing it further back, she saw his ball sack reaching down to mid-thigh and she could only imagine how full each nut must be with the syrup contained within. Slowly drawing her fist up the shaft, she paused just below the crown and squeezed him gently so that a large drop of dew appeared. Peeking up at Mr. Johnson, she bent her head and deftly licked the pearl away with her tongue. “Never let it be said,” she smiled as she got to her feet; “that I let a single drop go to waste.”Mrs. Hoopenlicker hefted her skirts and delicately removed her knickers before turning away from him so she could kneel on her couch. Revealing her full bare posterior, she glanced over her shoulder to see Albert fisting his weeping phallus as he gawped at her rear all agog. “Mount me from behind, Mr. Johnson,” she urged as the young man stepped between her spread thighs. “I much prefer to be taken this way.”Albert stared at his landlady’s round bottom that lay before him as ripe and succulent as a split peach. Her rotundity was perfect. Large, yes, but perfectly proportioned with each white cheek hiding the delights in between. She had tilted her hips so that her mound was easily accessible to his excited prodding. As he watched, Mrs. Hoopenlicker reached down between her thighs and ran a solitary finger along her hairy slot.Quickly, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them leaving his heavy bell end swinging lustily in tingling anticipation. Below, he could feel his testes beginning to churn in their mottled sack as he grasped his stiff penis and positioned himself for his initial penetration of her cunty.Suddenly, Mrs. Hoopenlicker raised a hand. “Wait, Sir, Wait!” she exclaimed. “The wattle. The sponge. Such is my state, I was remiss in my protection,” She pointed to her oak sideboard. “Inside is a small bag. To the left. Please bring it to me, Mr. Johnson.”Albert shuffled across and returned with the bag. His landlady opened it and removed a small wedge of sponge. “Even at my age,” she confessed. “It pays to take precautions.” She then removed a ball of string and glanced at his member. Calculating how much she needed, she used a pair of scissors to snip the required length and tied one end securely around the sponge. “Here,” she said, handing it to him. “Before you insert your prick, Mr. Johnson,” she instructed. “Can you be so kind as to push this into my hole first so that it can soak up your spend. The head of your thing shall force it as deep as it needs to go.”To assist, she resumed her position and reached behind to spread her bottom as she felt him gingerly press the contraception between the lips of her sex and up into her passage as far as he could manage before withdrawing his finger.“Are you ready, Mrs. Hoopenlicker?” he asked as he hefted his large purple knob so that copious amounts of juice oozed from the tip. He was consumed with lust and quivered with sexual excitement.The older woman shivered with anticipation as she looked over her shoulder at the length of meat about to invade her womanhood. To penetrate and touch the very heart of who she was and where her true nature lay waiting.Her finger still rubbed between the lips of her sex to help oil her waiting vagina for his prick was a monster! Could her poor sweet fanny even take such a thing inside it? Not only was it long, but it was as fat as a butchers dog with an angry head that wept impatiently from its single eye. “As I shall ever be, Sir,” she whispered. “Have at it and rest not until my venus has taken every last inch of you!”“Ah!” Mrs. Hoopenlicker rasped as her penetration by her lodger’s immense cock continued. Even though she had taken less than half of him, half of him was so much more than she had taken before. He squeezed another inch inside her and she groaned loudly for she could feel her innards being pushed to one side. “Heavens, Mr. Johnson,” she gasped as she gripped the back of her couch. “I swear that thing will rend me asunder. Oh, oh, Oh!”Albert was all a sweat. The mounting of his landlady, though most pleasurable, was surely hard work! Her fanny was wrapped around his prick like a vice and he had to pause while she got used to his probing. He was beginning to think that having such a large fucker was not a blessing but a curse. “You have the most delightful fanny, Mrs. Hoopenlicker,” he grunted as her sex gripped him tightly. “Are you able to take more of my prick?”Mrs. Hoopenlicker was knocking on heaven’s door. Her mind was away with the fairy folk and the sensations that flowed from her sex made her weep with delirium. Her cunty felt absolutely and completely stuffed full of his cock. And yet, from her glance, she saw that he had much more to give her. Could she take any more? Was she physically capable of being fucked completely by such a thing?“Push, Mr. Johnson,” she urged. “Push as if your very life depended on it. Force your ridiculous prick as far and as deep as you can. I shall accept every inch of you if it is the last thing I do!”His landlady braced herself and thrust her buttocks up to make his penetration easier. Albert steeled himself and thrust forward with his hips in slow surges that had the poor woman impaled on his shaft yelping and squealing with wild abandon. The more he forced into her, the more vulgar her language became.“Mr. Johnson!” she shrieked. “Mr. Johnson, sir. Oh my, oh fiddlesticks, I swear on the almighty,” Another thrust. “Ah, oh, oh, oh, fiddley Fuck!”Albert began to twitch. He was hopping from one foot to the other as he rammed more of his prick into his landlady who was twisting and swearing as she knelt there on the couch. His hands had pushed the cheeks of her arse apart and he had a clear view of her brown hole winking at him above her distended cunt.“OH, you well hung bastard son,” Mrs. Hoopenlicker grimaced as her lodger crouched over her with his large balls slapping wetly against her hairy mound. She felt a sudden surge of pure ecstasy and shuddered through the delightful spell it cast over her. Finally. He was completely inside her. She had done it. She had taken all he had to give and it felt wonderful. Her cunty was full of cock and the head of it pressed somewhere deep inside that made her shiver from tip to toe.She turned her head as he heaved and strained above her. “Take me, Sir,” she begged. “Make me whine like a whore on a Sunday. Use that immense prick to pound my little fanny raw and fill my insides with your seed!”The mounting of Mrs. Hoopenlicker continued apace. The room echoed to the sounds of passionate coitus with the fire casting erotic shadows upon the walls as they danced. Albert was struggling to keep his ardor in check as he flexed his hips back and forth against her upturned derriere. Goblin eyed, he drooled as he watched his fleshy spike appear and disappear inside his landlady who had grasped a cushion and was gnawing on it with a face contorted with pleasure and pain.The filthy language she was using only added to his impending release. “Oh, Mrs. Hoopenlicker!” he cried as he banged away. “I adore the way you express your feelings in such a guttural way. But I fear such debasement shall soon tip me over the edge of madness!”Mr. Johnson was right. Her language was from the gutter. A hellish place she had known all too well before her first husband had rescued her from the life she had been living amongst the dregs of humanity who inhabited the capitals underworld.It was then she sensed that the young man riding her saddle was about to reach his peak. “Do not hold back, Mr. Johnson,” she urged as his thrusts became more erratic. “My constitution is well able to withstand the tempest which you are about to unleash upon me!”Her lodger exclaimed a sudden “Oh!” and hammered her gripped buttocks thrice in quick succession as he shot his thick copious semen deep within the groaning woman.Mrs. Hoopenlicker held firm as an exhausted Mr. Johnson collapsed on her as they reached the top of the mountain together. For an age, he covered her with his face close to hers and she could hear him panting like a sated dog in her right ear.“Sir,” she whispered eventually. “The deed is done. You may unmount me now for I need to remove the sponge.”Albert struggled up and watched as his landlady rolled onto her back, spread her thighs, and with a tug on the string hanging from her sex, pulled out the sodden dam. She held it up to the light as a teardrop of his spend dripped from it onto the floor.As her young lodger stood there catching his breath, Mrs. Hoopenlicker knelt down in front of him and lifted up the drooping length of his spent cock so that it hung twitching from her grip. In the light from the fire, it still glistened wetly from the mix of their combined juices as she examined it closely before she licked his waning tumescence clean.“Does that shock you, Mr. Johnson?” she asked as she knelt back.Albert tried to rearrange his common sense and ability to speak as he watched his landlady lick her lips. “Yes. Very much so, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. Today is a day I shall never forget.”The small clock on the mantelpiece began to chime as she got to her feet and walked over to him. “The first of many I hope, Mr. Johnson,” she whispered as she kissed him on the cheek. “The time is late and the day has been an eventful one. With your grace, I shall retire to bed and think upon things till I drop off. Be so good as to secure the locks and turn out the lamps.”He nodded. “Of course.”Mrs. Hoopenlicker stopped at the door and turned back. “Though it may not appear as such after our little tryst, Albert,” she began. It was the first time she had called him by his first name which somehow made the moment more intimate. “Please be assured that I am normally not a woman of such loose morals. It is just that sometimes I like to pretend I am,” she told him. “This day is done and tomorrow will bring what God or the devil decides. With that, I bid you a good night, Sir.”Her lodger watched her take her leave wondering what lay in store for him in the days ahead.“The Copper Kettle” tea rooms just off Whitechapel were the hub around which the tide of local gossip and news ebbed and flowed.It was mid-morning as the brass bell rang and another customer entered the establishment to meet up with her two friends who were sat in a far corner enjoying another day of doing nothing much at all.“Ladies,” said a familiar voice. “How are we this fine Summer's day?”Constance Mulligan and Edith Dowinger looked up to see their long-standing companion, Martha Hoopenlicker, hanging up her coat and coming over to join them.Mrs. Dowinger smiled at her friend and raised an amused brow. “My, my,” she noted with a glance to the lady on her right. “The way you’re preening yourself, dear Martha, you look like the cat who got the cream. Has something happened?”The younger woman sat down and composed herself as the maid delivered a hot pot of tea and a plate full of buttered scones. Pouring a cup, she smiled over the rim at her two friends watching her. She did so very much enjoy playing their little game of secrets and the adventures they dreamed up to while away the long hours of boredom.She sat forward. “Ladies,” she whispered conspiratorially. “By chance and circumstance, I may have come upon a rather well-endowed solution to our much-discussed little problem.”By Ian56 for Literotica

The Grand Old Lady Town Has Legends.By Ian56. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Foreword:In a sun-kissed valley and up over a green hill did one come upon the splendid sight of Old London Town. A landscape of steeples, spires, and belching chimney pots stretching to the far horizon as the populace go about their daily business in the growing community they call; ‘the grand old lady'.Each living their own stories that would be told over and over as the years and generations pass. But some of those tales can only be spoken about in dark shadows with a nudge and a wink. Bawdy stories. Ribald stories. Lusty stories that quicken the heart, catch the breath and fire the blood. Stories that aren’t told in polite company; Tales that can only be shared in places such as this.Max Phallus - the elephant cock of Old London.London. November, 1899.“Good God almighty,” the woman exclaimed as she stood there in the doorway holding a pile of freshly ironed laundry for her new lodger. Remembering her station, she put a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. “Forgive my intrusion, Sir.”Mrs. Hoopenlicker was not one to stand on ceremony and always spoke her mind. Twice widowed and once forsaken, the woman had the benefit of wit, wisdom, and life experience. Or so she thought as she stared unabashedly at the dangling member belonging to the young man standing naked in front of her.Gathering her wits, she knocked on the door she had already innocently opened. “There I go again,” she tutted as she stepped into the spare bedroom. “My most sincere apologies for barging in on you, Mr. Johnson. I thought, perhaps, you had gone out for a short walk to familiarize yourself with your new situation and surroundings. The old lady can be quite the eye-opener for those who have not experienced life in the big city.”Albert Johnson finally found his voice as he stood there still dripping water onto the polished wooden floor. “Uh, I, well,” he coughed and stammered as he tried to cover his modesty with his hands. A futile gesture for he was well aware that, endowed as he was, a fair portion of his member was still showing. “That is quite alright, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. No harm done. I was merely availing myself of the clean pitcher of water and bowl to clean up. I shall be more astute with the lock next time.”He watched as his landlady went over to the dresser and placed the laundry on top. “Thank you kindly,” he replied as he quickly grabbed a clean towel with one hand whilst still trying to hide his largesse with the other. “Your attention to my well-being is much appreciated.”Flushed, she glanced at him as he wrapped the towel around his waist. “Supper is at eight,” she informed him as she walked to the door. “I usually cook some oats and milk with a touch of honey. They say it is most agreeable for the stomach and aids restful sleep. Now, I shall take my leave so you can unpack your baggage and settle in.” With that, she closed the door and went on her way with more than just the daily chores on her mind.It was three days hence and the fading light shone through the lattice window as the landlady and her lodger sat enjoying their late supper together before a simmering log fire. In those three days, they had spent the time getting to know each other. They talked about his family back home in the shires. His new situation as an apprentice teller in the financial heart of the city. His pursuits and Interests as well as life in general and how much he was looking forward to living in the grand old lady.Albert Johnson was nineteen years. He was tall. Countryside lean. Sporting a thick shaggy brown mop of hair with matching brown eyes and an attentive sensible nature. Through connections, he had managed to arrange suitable lodgings near to his place of employment and an initial payment for his monthly rent had been agreed with the lady of the house, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. All in all, things had turned out most fortunate as he sat there enjoying his late supper listening to his landlady chatting happily away about all things under the sun.To his surprise, he found Mrs. Hoopenlicker a most entertaining companion. She was charming, bright, and witty with an easy-going manner that put him instantly at ease. Their little adventure on his first day had, apparently, faded into nothing more than an unfortunate memory and had never been mentioned again.Or so he thought.The sound of her voice and warmth of his supper helped the trials of the day float gently away as he sat on the couch enjoying her company. He rested his bowl on his lap and slowly closed his eyes feeling much contented as he listened.Such was his sleepy repose, he didn’t notice his landlady get out of her fireside chair and ease down beside him and put a hand on his right knee.“By chance in Summertime, Mr. Johnson,” said the older woman as she glanced up at her lodger who was now very much awake and staring wide-eyed at her. “The idyllic dreams of an unattached lady such as myself are sometimes disturbed in a way that does peculiar things to her sensibilities and there is not a jot she can do about it no matter how hard she tries.”The young man was about to say something but she put a finger to his lips. “That first morning those idyllic dreams were very much disturbed by what this lady witnessed and is now the only thing she can think about,” She paused for she understood full well that the next step was the greatest step of all. “If you’d be willing, Mr. Johnson, I should very much like to share this dream with you.” To emphasis the point, she slowly drew her finger down the front of his stays.To young Albert Johnson, it sounded as if his heart was in his skull with his mind all at sea. Rational thought had taken flight and even if he could think straight he doubted he would be able to give voice to it. “Ah, uh, well,” he managed as he stared at his landlady as she cuddled closer to him.All things being equal, Mrs. Hoopenlicker was a fine looking woman. Late forties, he imagined. She was of medium height. Maturely curvaceous. Immaculately presented with long blonde hair that was tied in a fashion down her back. She was wearing a starched white blouse that was buttoned to the neck and tied at the wrists as well as a sensible yellow ankle-length skirt overlaid with flower stitching here and there. A pair of laced leather black boots completed the picture.“Fret not about my presumptions, Mr. Johnson,” she confessed. “But I must speak of the things that are to the forefront of my mind. I ask only that you consider my request in the spirit it is meant,” Mrs. Hoopenlicker saw the first flush of desire flicker in his eyes. “And if I may be so bold, perhaps a little persuasion may assist in your decision.” she offered as she got to her feet and pulled out a wooden stool from under the table.Facing away from him, she placed it in front of the fire as she leaned forward thus presenting her lodger with a perfect view of her shapely backside. She paused for a moment before she turned and put her right foot on the stool. Then, as he sat there watching her little erotic dance, she slowly began to draw up her skirt and petticoats to reveal more of her black stockings to his rapt attention. She stopped at the first sign of her garter and bare thigh. “There now, Mr. Johnson. Do you like what you see?” she teased.“But I hardly know you, Mrs. Hoopenlicker,” gasped Albert. “Though I am much flattered by your attention, I think it only right to point out that we have only just met.”His landlady tugged her clothes a little higher so that the needlepoint of her white French knickers was showing. “Isn’t that the thrill of it though?” she breathed suggestively. “What path we choose shall only concern the two of us at this moment. I trust such an arrangement shall be completely confidential by its very nature. I have needs, Mr. Johnson, and conversation can only get one so far. Besides,” she smiled as she ran both hands down her exposed thigh. “If there had been a whiff of doubt, Sir, you would have said so the moment I laid my hand on your thigh.”Her lodger stared at her. The lady of the house was right. He nodded. “Your words have me at a loss, Mrs. Hoopenlicker,” he replied. “Some things are meant to be and I cannot deny I am aroused by the opportunity you are offering me. Let us have our way with each other and hell be damned.”And so began the strange affair between the landlady, Mrs. Hoopenlicker, and her lodger, Mr. Johnson.“What a magnificent appendage, Mr. Johnson,” gasped Mrs. Hoopenlicker as she admired the young man’s sex as it hung down from his groin. Its length was as long as her forearm with the smooth apple-sized head hidden under the foreskin. “I swear it is the most invigorating thing I have ever seen!”Her lodger was flushed of face as he stood there with his shirt bunched up around his waist whilst his landlady knelt at his feet fawning and cooing over his growing prick. Growing not so much in length but in thickness as the engorged head slowly emerged from its sheath.“May I touch it?” she asked politely, glancing up at him. Heavens, her heart was pounding so vigorously in her chest she felt quite befuddled as she reached up and extended a finger to stroke his stiffening manhood.Albert was beyond reason as he stood gently swaying. What a ridiculous question! He very much wanted Mrs. Hoopenlicker to touch his thing and do so much more with it for he was quite unable to resist the temptations she was offering him.He nodded eagerly. “Please do, Mrs. Hoopenlicker,” he gasped. “But with caution for I have little experience in such things and the bell may ring sooner rather than later.”Grasping the monster at its base, she lifted it up so that its great head and one eye stared back at her as it throbbed in her grip. The most noticeable thing to her was how heavy and hot it was. Pushing it further back, she saw his ball sack reaching down to mid-thigh and she could only imagine how full each nut must be with the syrup contained within. Slowly drawing her fist up the shaft, she paused just below the crown and squeezed him gently so that a large drop of dew appeared. Peeking up at Mr. Johnson, she bent her head and deftly licked the pearl away with her tongue. “Never let it be said,” she smiled as she got to her feet; “that I let a single drop go to waste.”Mrs. Hoopenlicker hefted her skirts and delicately removed her knickers before turning away from him so she could kneel on her couch. Revealing her full bare posterior, she glanced over her shoulder to see Albert fisting his weeping phallus as he gawped at her rear all agog. “Mount me from behind, Mr. Johnson,” she urged as the young man stepped between her spread thighs. “I much prefer to be taken this way.”Albert stared at his landlady’s round bottom that lay before him as ripe and succulent as a split peach. Her rotundity was perfect. Large, yes, but perfectly proportioned with each white cheek hiding the delights in between. She had tilted her hips so that her mound was easily accessible to his excited prodding. As he watched, Mrs. Hoopenlicker reached down between her thighs and ran a solitary finger along her hairy slot.Quickly, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them leaving his heavy bell end swinging lustily in tingling anticipation. Below, he could feel his testes beginning to churn in their mottled sack as he grasped his stiff penis and positioned himself for his initial penetration of her cunty.Suddenly, Mrs. Hoopenlicker raised a hand. “Wait, Sir, Wait!” she exclaimed. “The wattle. The sponge. Such is my state, I was remiss in my protection,” She pointed to her oak sideboard. “Inside is a small bag. To the left. Please bring it to me, Mr. Johnson.”Albert shuffled across and returned with the bag. His landlady opened it and removed a small wedge of sponge. “Even at my age,” she confessed. “It pays to take precautions.” She then removed a ball of string and glanced at his member. Calculating how much she needed, she used a pair of scissors to snip the required length and tied one end securely around the sponge. “Here,” she said, handing it to him. “Before you insert your prick, Mr. Johnson,” she instructed. “Can you be so kind as to push this into my hole first so that it can soak up your spend. The head of your thing shall force it as deep as it needs to go.”To assist, she resumed her position and reached behind to spread her bottom as she felt him gingerly press the contraception between the lips of her sex and up into her passage as far as he could manage before withdrawing his finger.“Are you ready, Mrs. Hoopenlicker?” he asked as he hefted his large purple knob so that copious amounts of juice oozed from the tip. He was consumed with lust and quivered with sexual excitement.The older woman shivered with anticipation as she looked over her shoulder at the length of meat about to invade her womanhood. To penetrate and touch the very heart of who she was and where her true nature lay waiting.Her finger still rubbed between the lips of her sex to help oil her waiting vagina for his prick was a monster! Could her poor sweet fanny even take such a thing inside it? Not only was it long, but it was as fat as a butchers dog with an angry head that wept impatiently from its single eye. “As I shall ever be, Sir,” she whispered. “Have at it and rest not until my venus has taken every last inch of you!”“Ah!” Mrs. Hoopenlicker rasped as her penetration by her lodger’s immense cock continued. Even though she had taken less than half of him, half of him was so much more than she had taken before. He squeezed another inch inside her and she groaned loudly for she could feel her innards being pushed to one side. “Heavens, Mr. Johnson,” she gasped as she gripped the back of her couch. “I swear that thing will rend me asunder. Oh, oh, Oh!”Albert was all a sweat. The mounting of his landlady, though most pleasurable, was surely hard work! Her fanny was wrapped around his prick like a vice and he had to pause while she got used to his probing. He was beginning to think that having such a large fucker was not a blessing but a curse. “You have the most delightful fanny, Mrs. Hoopenlicker,” he grunted as her sex gripped him tightly. “Are you able to take more of my prick?”Mrs. Hoopenlicker was knocking on heaven’s door. Her mind was away with the fairy folk and the sensations that flowed from her sex made her weep with delirium. Her cunty felt absolutely and completely stuffed full of his cock. And yet, from her glance, she saw that he had much more to give her. Could she take any more? Was she physically capable of being fucked completely by such a thing?“Push, Mr. Johnson,” she urged. “Push as if your very life depended on it. Force your ridiculous prick as far and as deep as you can. I shall accept every inch of you if it is the last thing I do!”His landlady braced herself and thrust her buttocks up to make his penetration easier. Albert steeled himself and thrust forward with his hips in slow surges that had the poor woman impaled on his shaft yelping and squealing with wild abandon. The more he forced into her, the more vulgar her language became.“Mr. Johnson!” she shrieked. “Mr. Johnson, sir. Oh my, oh fiddlesticks, I swear on the almighty,” Another thrust. “Ah, oh, oh, oh, fiddley Fuck!”Albert began to twitch. He was hopping from one foot to the other as he rammed more of his prick into his landlady who was twisting and swearing as she knelt there on the couch. His hands had pushed the cheeks of her arse apart and he had a clear view of her brown hole winking at him above her distended cunt.“OH, you well hung bastard son,” Mrs. Hoopenlicker grimaced as her lodger crouched over her with his large balls slapping wetly against her hairy mound. She felt a sudden surge of pure ecstasy and shuddered through the delightful spell it cast over her. Finally. He was completely inside her. She had done it. She had taken all he had to give and it felt wonderful. Her cunty was full of cock and the head of it pressed somewhere deep inside that made her shiver from tip to toe.She turned her head as he heaved and strained above her. “Take me, Sir,” she begged. “Make me whine like a whore on a Sunday. Use that immense prick to pound my little fanny raw and fill my insides with your seed!”The mounting of Mrs. Hoopenlicker continued apace. The room echoed to the sounds of passionate coitus with the fire casting erotic shadows upon the walls as they danced. Albert was struggling to keep his ardor in check as he flexed his hips back and forth against her upturned derriere. Goblin eyed, he drooled as he watched his fleshy spike appear and disappear inside his landlady who had grasped a cushion and was gnawing on it with a face contorted with pleasure and pain.The filthy language she was using only added to his impending release. “Oh, Mrs. Hoopenlicker!” he cried as he banged away. “I adore the way you express your feelings in such a guttural way. But I fear such debasement shall soon tip me over the edge of madness!”Mr. Johnson was right. Her language was from the gutter. A hellish place she had known all too well before her first husband had rescued her from the life she had been living amongst the dregs of humanity who inhabited the capitals underworld.It was then she sensed that the young man riding her saddle was about to reach his peak. “Do not hold back, Mr. Johnson,” she urged as his thrusts became more erratic. “My constitution is well able to withstand the tempest which you are about to unleash upon me!”Her lodger exclaimed a sudden “Oh!” and hammered her gripped buttocks thrice in quick succession as he shot his thick copious semen deep within the groaning woman.Mrs. Hoopenlicker held firm as an exhausted Mr. Johnson collapsed on her as they reached the top of the mountain together. For an age, he covered her with his face close to hers and she could hear him panting like a sated dog in her right ear.“Sir,” she whispered eventually. “The deed is done. You may unmount me now for I need to remove the sponge.”Albert struggled up and watched as his landlady rolled onto her back, spread her thighs, and with a tug on the string hanging from her sex, pulled out the sodden dam. She held it up to the light as a teardrop of his spend dripped from it onto the floor.As her young lodger stood there catching his breath, Mrs. Hoopenlicker knelt down in front of him and lifted up the drooping length of his spent cock so that it hung twitching from her grip. In the light from the fire, it still glistened wetly from the mix of their combined juices as she examined it closely before she licked his waning tumescence clean.“Does that shock you, Mr. Johnson?” she asked as she knelt back.Albert tried to rearrange his common sense and ability to speak as he watched his landlady lick her lips. “Yes. Very much so, Mrs. Hoopenlicker. Today is a day I shall never forget.”The small clock on the mantelpiece began to chime as she got to her feet and walked over to him. “The first of many I hope, Mr. Johnson,” she whispered as she kissed him on the cheek. “The time is late and the day has been an eventful one. With your grace, I shall retire to bed and think upon things till I drop off. Be so good as to secure the locks and turn out the lamps.”He nodded. “Of course.”Mrs. Hoopenlicker stopped at the door and turned back. “Though it may not appear as such after our little tryst, Albert,” she began. It was the first time she had called him by his first name which somehow made the moment more intimate. “Please be assured that I am normally not a woman of such loose morals. It is just that sometimes I like to pretend I am,” she told him. “This day is done and tomorrow will bring what God or the devil decides. With that, I bid you a good night, Sir.”Her lodger watched her take her leave wondering what lay in store for him in the days ahead.“The Copper Kettle” tea rooms just off Whitechapel were the hub around which the tide of local gossip and news ebbed and flowed.It was mid-morning as the brass bell rang and another customer entered the establishment to meet up with her two friends who were sat in a far corner enjoying another day of doing nothing much at all.“Ladies,” said a familiar voice. “How are we this fine Summer's day?”Constance Mulligan and Edith Dowinger looked up to see their long-standing companion, Martha Hoopenlicker, hanging up her coat and coming over to join them.Mrs. Dowinger smiled at her friend and raised an amused brow. “My, my,” she noted with a glance to the lady on her right. “The way you’re preening yourself, dear Martha, you look like the cat who got the cream. Has something happened?”The younger woman sat down and composed herself as the maid delivered a hot pot of tea and a plate full of buttered scones. Pouring a cup, she smiled over the rim at her two friends watching her. She did so very much enjoy playing their little game of secrets and the adventures they dreamed up to while away the long hours of boredom.She sat forward. “Ladies,” she whispered conspiratorially. “By chance and circumstance, I may have come upon a rather well-endowed solution to our much-discussed little problem.”By Ian56 for Literotica

In May 2023, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) commemorated its 150th anniversary. The federal police force – which originally started out as the North-West Mounted Police – is almost as old as the Dominion of Canada itself. This episode examines the complex and painful history of an institution that has historically mistreated Indigenous peoples and women. It also takes us back to the scene of one of the RCMP's largest manhunts – the search for fugitive Albert Johnson, also known as “The Mad Trapper.” Our guests on this episode are Sam Karikas, CEO of the RCMP Heritage Centre, and Jean Teillet, a recently retired Métis lawyer, author, and lecturer, who is also the great-grand niece of Louis Riel. This episode also has a counterpart on the French feed for this show! If you want to listen to more about the history of Louis Riel and the RCMP, head over to the podcast called “Voyages Dans L'Histoire Canadienne.”To read the episode transcripts in French and English, and to learn more about historic Canadian milestones, please visit thewalrus.ca/canadianheritage.This podcast receives funding from The Government of Canada and is produced by The Walrus Lab.Check out the French counterpart podcast, Voyage dans l'histoire canadienne. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Listen as Albert Johnson from Ross-on-Wye Cider & Perry is joined by Adam Wells from Cider Review to give you the fourth and final update of the 2023 Harvest Diary. A recap of the end of harvest, a quick look at how the vintage is looking, thoughts on the months to come, and a celebration of working with FRUIT!

Listen as Albert Johnson from Ross-on-Wye Cider & Perry is joined by James Forbes from Little Pomona to give you the third update of the 2023 Harvest Diary. A quick review of what we had been doing together today (literally today!), as well as a recap of the harvest so far, discussing varieties, business, keeving and apples and pears!! This was recorded on a single microphone so unfortunately you'll hear a bit of a discrepency between the volume levels. We've tried our best to normalize them but Albert is always louder than James.

Listen as Albert Johnson from Ross-on-Wye Cider & Perry is joined by Adam Wells from Cider Review to give you the second update of the 2023 Harvest Diary. A quick review of the harvest so far, discussing varieties, sugar levels, terroir and vintage. We answer listener questions on names, harvesting and hopped ciders! Don't forget there's less than three days left in the Kickstarter for Adam Wells' new book, published by CAMRA, Perry: A drinker's guide. Visit the Kickstarter now to pre-order the book for release in May 2024.

Listen as Albert Johnson from Ross-on-Wye Cider & Perry gives you the first in a new a bi-weekly series of harvest diary updates, uploaded every other week to complement our full length episodes. A quick review of the Yew Tree's successful supper club, an update on the apples and pears we have been working with so far, and shout-outs to the important Hereford AppleFest as well as the just launched (and just fully backed) Kickstarter for Adam Wells' new book, published by CAMRA, Perry: A drinker's guide. Visit the Kickstarter now to pre-order the book for release in May 2024.

In our third Patreon exclusive episode of Unsolved Canadian Mysteries, we explore the infamous story of the Mad Trapper of Rat River. Albert Johnson shook national headlines in 1932 when he led RCMP officers on a month-long manhunt through the unforgiving Yukon and Northwest Territories. What started as a simple trap-line tampering investigation led to his cabin being dynamited and several officers wounded. However, the biggest mystery isn't how Johnson evaded police for so long, but where he came from. His true name wasn't Albert Johnson, but he never told anybody otherwise. Was he an ex-convict, running from the law? Was he a well-trained bushman who had a cabin in British Columbia? Was he a paranoid European draft dodger? Come dig follow us down the rabbit hole of The Mad Trapper of Rat River and let us know what you think! Thank you for listening, and for supporting the channel!

Here's the story of Albert Johnson, part one of two. It's mad. Researched by Benj Button.

Brew Crime is back with a series on Crimes of the Northwest Territories. On this episode JT tells of the Mad Trapper of Rat River. SourcesFremmerlid, M. (2007). What became of sigvald, anyway?: Was he The mad trapper of rat river?. Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Became-Sigvald-Anyway-Trapper-River/dp/0978427009Hunt for the mad trapper II. Myth Merchant Films. (n.d.). https://mythmerchantfilms.com/library/hunt-for-the-mad-trapper-ii/Myth Merchant Films. (2021, July 30). Scientists narrow search for mysterious mad trapper to Sweden. GlobeNewswire News Room. https://www.globenewswire.com/news-release/2021/07/30/2272445/0/en/Scientists-Narrow-Search-For-Mysterious-Mad-Trapper-To-Sweden.htmlSmith, B. (2014, May 23). The Mad Trapper: Unearthing a Mystery. Discovery. https://www.discovery.com/ Unidentified male. 3362UMYT. (n.d.). https://www.doenetwork.org/cases/3362umyt.htmlWikimedia Foundation. (2023, July 5). Albert Johnson (criminal). Wikipedia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Johnson_(criminal) Promo – Twisted & Uncorked PodcastBrew CrimeWebsite, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Facebook Group, Youtube, patreonThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/3268019/advertisement

In this episode we explore some of the more fascinating aspects of brewing, including the botany of beer, wild brewing and hop farming. Plus, we're celebrating CAMRA's Cider Month by taking some walks in the wild with short ‘postcards' from some orchards around the country.Hear from Jaega Wise of Wild Card Brewery about her book Wild Brews, which won ‘Debut Drink Book' at the Fortnum and Mason Awards 2023. The team also chat to Albert Johnson of Ross on Wye Cider and Perry Company, one of the real rising stars of the cider world. Plus, in this episode we have the return of our resident chef, Christian Gott, who cooks grilled lamb cutlets, new season potatoes, asparagus and a very special Béarnaise, one made with beer. See the recipe here.Cider Postcards: Bushel and Peck Cider from GloucestershireNightingales Cider from KentLittle Pomona from HerefordshireCAMRA News:Mild MonthCampaigner of the YearJoin CAMRA if you're not already a member for just £28.50 a year at https://join.camra.org.uk/ - gain access to great audio and visual content on our Learn & Discover platform.Don't forget to support the show at https://supporter.acast.com/pubs-pints-peopleIf you'd like to get involved, simply contact podcast@camra.org.uk or follow us on Twitter @PubsPintsPeople or on our Facebook account @PubsPintsPeopleSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/pubspintspeople. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On this episode the boys are talking about Albert Johnson the Mad Trapper of Rat River. As usual they completely fall off the rails more than once. You'll hear about road rage, gangs and many other horrible things that are not remotely related to the story. We hope y'all enjoy! This show contains explicit content, listener discretion is advised. music on our show is produced and performed by All Good Folks, we also have a merch store where you can get some cool shirts, stickers, posters, glasses and mugs. just head on over to historyuntappedstore.org to show everyone how much you love us. Thanks for listening    music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!):  https://uppbeat.io/t/all-good-folks/mr-mischief  License code: PVXODSSOPXYEUV4Z 

Albert Johnson is the President of the Military Working Dog Heritage Museum.

Vem var den mystiske pälsjägaren, som har gäckat såväl polis som historiker i 90 år? Lyssna om den spännande berättelsen om den galna pälsjägaren, The Mad Trapper of Rat River, eller Albert Johnson som han kallade sig. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

C'est l'étrange histoire d'un trappeur ultraviolent qui, en 1931, fait l'objet d'une poursuite rocambolesque avec la GRC sur plusieurs semaines, dans la forêt yukonnaise, à des températures glaciales. Une chasse à l'homme violente, épique, entrée dans la légende, et dont on ne comprend toujours pas tous les tenants et aboutissants.  Avec Cybèle Olivier et Charles TrahanPour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr

In this Phenomenal Spotlight, I spoke with Albert Johnson-Mussad. Tune in to here about his journey and how to effectively create IEP's for students. Be Phenomenal, Mr. Short Johnson-Mussad's Book: https://us.corwin.com/en-us/nam/responsive-collaboration-for-iep-and-504-teams/book278518 --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jeremiah-short0/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jeremiah-short0/support

Sickle Cell Disease affects 1 in 375 African Americans in the United States. Children as young as 1yr of age may begin having painful episodes called a crisis, lasting for hours to even days. Albert Johnson, better known as Prodigy, an American rapper and author of the book My Infamous Life, shares his personal story […]

Sickle Cell Disease affects 1 in 375 African Americans in the United States. Children as young as 1yr of age may begin having painful episodes called a crisis, lasting for hours to even days. Albert Johnson, better known as Prodigy, an American rapper and author of the book My Infamous Life, shares his personal story […]

Join Adam, Jeff, and Nick as they discuss an international case about a man living a double life of crime! They discuss Interpol, the crimes committed by Albert Johnson Walker, and why he chose a double life! Join our Patreon and follow us on social media at https://linktr.ee/youh82cit

Join Adam, Jeff, and Nick as they discuss an international case about a man living a double life of crime! They discuss Interpol, the crimes committed by Albert Johnson Walker, and why he chose a double life! Join our Patreon and follow us on social media at https://linktr.ee/youh82cit

We end Bronson month with an on-foot chase film across the wilds of the Great White North featuring Bronson and James Coburn: Death Hunt. Bronson plays Albert Johnson, a mad trapper, who pisses off the wrong group of trappers and ends up on the wrong end of James Coburn's sights. Blood, bad editing, and a whole lot more! Wake Up Heavy's Mark Begley joins Chris to talk about the film, the true story behind the movie, and Carl Weathers. You can follow Chris Stachiw at @ChrismasClaus and the Kulturecast @kulturecast. You can also subscribe to the Kulturecast on iTunes here. Also, don't forget to check out our official Facebook page for news, upcoming reviews, and our Patreon page.

Albert Johnson, also known as the Mad Trapper of Rat River, was a fugitive whose actions stemming from a trapping dispute eventually sparked a huge manhunt in the Northwest Territories and Yukon in Northern Canada.Julie Jay (@juliejaycomedy) chats to Roger O'Sullivan (@rogerocomedy) of Unexplained Legends podcast. If you have enjoyed this episode please recommend us to a friend, subscribe wherever you listen to your podcasts and/or rate or review us on Apple and Spotify and help us grow our wonderful community of Crimelanders.Thank you so much for listening and mind yourself, you mean a lot to us!Grá Mór,J x See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Mississippi Today's Editor-At-Large Marshall Ramsey sits down with singer, songwriter and musician Scott Albert Johnson. Born in Jackson, Scott Albert Johnson moved around the U.S. before putting down roots back in Mississippi. A graduate of Harvard and Columbia, Johnson shares stories about his time as a kicker and then how his career as a musician took off. Ramsey and Johnson talk creativity, dreams and how to achieve them. Johnson also tells how to achieve balance in life rooted in family, friends and music.

Ep. 2: Trail of Pain - The Crimes of Albert Johnson WalkerThe British police have just arrested a man and his wife for suspected identity theft and possible murder. The man has been using the name of his friend who turned up dead in a fisherman's net off Devon, England. But it turns out that identity fraud and murder are just the tip of a very extensive web of lies and deceit that goes back many years.The English police have nabbed #4 on Interpol's most wanted list and his real name is Albert Johnson Walker. He's been missing from Canada for six years along with his fifteen-year-old daughter Sheena. But since disappearing together the father and daughter have been living as husband and wife and she has given birth to two children.Albert Walker will stand trial for murder but will his daughter testify against him? And if she does what dark family secrets will finally be revealed? See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Ep. 1: Trail of Pain - The Crimes of Albert Johnson WalkerOn a sunny July day in 1996 off the coast of Devon, England, a fisherman and his son caught something very unusual in their net. It was a dead man! He was fully clothed but had no identification. Yet, strangely he was still wearing an expensive Rolex watch. Tracing the timepiece's unique serial number, the police identify the drowned man. But his identity only leads to a stranger mystery when it's discovered that the man's best friend has stolen his identity. Now the British police have two men with the same name and one of them ended up dead. Who is the imposter and what other secrets is he hiding? The truth will leave even the most experienced criminal investigators reeling! See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Some people prefer to live in peace and solitude. As is with the case of Albert Johnson, a lone hunter who disliked social interactions and liked living alone in a cabin he built with his own two hands. When a hunting dispute came between himself and fellow hunters, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) found themselves up against a cross between a mad trapper and a skilled survivalist. Join Beth and Deb as they tell the tale of the manhunt that transpired in the Northwest Territories. But be careful, you might just find yourself rooting for the bad guy.Find us on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest @Dying2BFound.Subscribe, rate, and share our podcasts on Spotify, Apple & Google Podcasts, Stitcher, Pandora, iHeart Radio, Amazon Music, and wherever you get your podcasts!If you are interested in sponsoring this podcast or have a storyline you would like us to record, please email us at dying2bfound@gmail.com.If you like what you hear, please visit us at www.dyingtobefound.com to learn more about your hosts and our podcast, or consider buying us a coffee at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/dyingtobefoundReferences:The History GuyNorth, D. (2018) The Mad Trapper of Rat River, a True Story of Canada's Biggest Manhunt

Scott Johnson's career path is anything but ordinary. After graduating from Harvard, Scott headed home to Jackson, Mississippi, where he volunteered in the Clinton ‘92 campaign before moving to Washington, DC. He waited tables for a while before landing a minor position at the White House. He went back to school and earned a degree in journalism then moved to New York for a position at ABC network. After working as a writer for several years, he eventually found his way back to music, and in today's episode, Scott shares his experience as a musician.  Key points include: 10:33: A musician's outlook 16:46: What would have most surprised Scott's younger self 20:36: The experience of being on stage  24:22: Most memorable classes at Harvard  

90 ans après les événements de la Rat River on ne connaît toujours pas l'identité véritable ni les motivations de Albert Johnson connu sous le nom du Trappeur Fou. Pendant plusieurs semaines il mènera les policiers dans la plus grande chasse à l'homme de l'histoire de la Gendarmerie Royale du Canada dans des conditions extrêmes au travers des Territoires du Nord Ouest. Revivez cette fascinante histoire qui pourrait connaître des développements très bientôt grâce à la technologie ADN. En connaissant son identité, nous pourrons peut-être en apprendre plus sur ses motivations et ses habiletés quasi surhumaines à survivre dans des conditions extrêmes.

On this week's episode we travel back to 1930's Canada in the Northwest Territory where we meet "Albert Johnson", and his adrenaline fueled journey out running the RCMP in Canada's longest manhunt to date!

METAVERSO Es mucho más que una evolución en internet. Dicen que es la programación del futuro de la sociedad. Aseguran que viviremos en dos mundo, el real y el virtual, y de este último no querremos salir. Imagina cualquier cosa, en el Metaverso es posible. ¿Estarías dispuest@ a renunciar a ello? EL ENIGMA DE ALBERT JOHNSON A principios del siglo XX la policía de Canadá inició la persecución de un hombre cuya identidad es un enigma. El perseguido parecía tener unas capacidades sobrehumanas y una fortaleza jamás vista Le llamaron Albert Johnson pero ¿Quién era realmente? El enigma continua a día de hoy . SINCRONICIDAD Un espectáculo que combina magia, historia y misterio realizado por Miguel de Lucas, presentador del programa Un País Mágico de LA2 de TVE y Jesús Callejo.

On July 9, 1931 Albert Johnson came paddling down the Peel River in the small trapping town of Fort McPherson, Canada. He was a mysterious outsider that arrived with thousands of dollars in hand. He used that money to buy the necessary items to begin trapping. The natives were none too pleased about this. This was only the beginning of trouble for the people of Fort McPherson. Johnson went on to become a fugitive. Responsible for the largest manhunt in Canadian history. From there, it only gets crazier from there! Join us  as we discuss Albert Johnson aka “The Mad Trapper of Rat River”

Albert Johnson, also known as The Mad Trapper of Rat River, was a approached by local authorities due to a trapping dispute. This led to one of the biggest manhunts in the Northwest Territories and Yukon. The pursuit lasting more than a month and a shootout in which Johnson was fatally wounded on the Eagle River, Yukon. xo -K&O   Rate, Review and Subscribe on the platforms of your choice.   Check us out on Instagram to join in the discussions about the case! Comment on the case related post, we can't wait to hear your thoughts.    Intro music made by: https://soundcloud.com/aiakos    Check out @bloodbathpodcast on social media and all podcast listening platforms!    Sources:   The mad Trapper at Rat Creek_mixdown.mp3 https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/albert-johnson https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Johnson_(criminal) https://www.whitehorsestar.com/History/a-most-bizarre-case-the-mad-trapper-of-rat-river1 https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cub21ueWNvbnRlbnQuY29tL2QvcGxheWxpc3QvZmRjMmFkMTMtZDE5OS00ZTk3LWIyZGItYTU5MzAwY2I2Y2MyL2UwM2Q0ZTFlLWQ0MGItNDcwNi04MmQyLWE5NWYwMTBkMDYzOS80ZjAxYjY5NC05NmY2LTQwOGYtOWQwMi1hOTVmMDEwZDA2NGQvcG9kY2FzdC5yc3M/episode/ZWIzM2ExNDUtOTFhOS00MDlmLTljNjQtYWIxZTAwNDhlNTEx https://www.cbc.ca/player/play/1661747298

Episode 3 of Pubs. Pints. People. season 4 is celebrates CAMRA's October Cider Month, and delves into cider harvestime! Our first interview is the Ciderologist Gabe Cook talking to Jackie Denman of the Big Apple Association. We are also joined by Alison Taffs, who interviewed not one, not two, but three cider industry figures - Albert Johnson of Ross Cider, the team behind the Orchard Project, and May Turner of Turner's Cider.Get involved in #CiderMonth: https://camra.org.uk/beer-and-cider/cider/cider-and-perry-monthsShop CAMRA Books: https://shop1.camra.org.uk/product-category/books/Watch the trailer for 'The Story of Perry': https://www.youtube.com/user/CAMRAOFFICIALGet voting in the CAMRA Champion Beer of Britain: cbob.camra.org.ukFind a CAMRA festival near you: http://camra.org.uk/festivalsSupport the podcast: https://supporter.acast.com/pubs-pints-peopleJoin CAMRA if you're not already a member for just £28.50 a year at https://join.camra.org.uk/ - gain access to great audio and visual content on our Learn & Discover platform.If you'd like to get involved, simply contact podcast@camra.org.uk or follow us on Twitter @PubsPintsPeopleSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/pubspintspeople. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

It's the 78th episode of the Truth About Vintage Amps Podcast: Speaker installation tips, more pizza hacks (thanks Pillsbury),  special Patreon guest Mike Watson (the 6L6s) and more. This week's episode is sponsored by Jupiter Condenser Co., Amplified Parts and Grez Guitars.  Some of the topics discussed this week:  :41: Lots of cool amps at Skip's: The 44th Fender Tweed Tremolux, a Twin Reverb with a 7355 tube chart 2:46 Putting a tremolo circuit in a Masco MA-25N PA head 6:16 A pre-amp for a pro harp player with high-and-low impedance in-and-out 6:57 Shure sends Skip an MV7 USB podcast microphone (link); this week's sponsors: Amplified Parts, Grez Guitars, Jupiter Condenser Co. 10:25 Get an old typewriter 11:43 The TAVA Patreon Page (link) 12:57 Special Patreon guest: Mike Watson of the 6V6s (Ep. 60, Chris Siegmund, Signal Corps. Amplifiers, Western Electric 100F, Garnets, Marsland speakers, putting two Filmosounds in a Gibson GA-79 cabinet, speaker-driven reverb, Fender VibroChamps, mojo, Swampdonkey amplifiers, a Stromberg Carlson AU-33 with reverb and tremolo, Albert Johnson of Johnson Amplifiers). [Editor's note: It looks like Chris Siegmund passed away last year.] 37:42 Fretboard Journal refrigerator magnets (not happening); TAVA t-shirts (happening!) 40:48 Favorite good goo for getting wax off early '70s Fender eyelet boards 42:02 Replacing caps on an Ampeg Rocket R-12/J-12   46:34 #mywifehatespodcasts 48:17 A 1993 Fender Blues DeVille that needs a new input jack 51:30 British rock connections, the Stones and Muddy Waters, Selmer Futurama amps (link) 59:17 The Bardwell & McAlister PA gets a new home 1:00:14 DIY: A Gibson Vari Tone circuit in an El Pato can (Make magazine) 1:00:57 Tips for amps flooded in Hurricane Ida 1:03:57 Lab series amps / Dan Pearce 1:04:29 Speaker installation tips 1:12:04 A 1978 Fender Champ with red plating tube and a solid state rectifier for the 5y3 1:22:38 Pillsbury Pizza dough, Nic Grabien 1:27:07 A solution for the loud Traynor YBA-1: the YBA-1 Tribute and the YBA-1 Mod 1; the Traynor Bass Mate 1:31:15 Ampeg Reverberocket R-12 R with 120k phase inverter plate resistors; Bunnahabhain 12 year Scotch; Little Kings beer There is also a TAVA Big Index page located here.  Co-hosted by the Fretboard Journal's Jason Verlinde. Email or send us a voice memo to: podcast@fretboardjournal.com or leave us a voicemail or text at 509-557-0848. And don't forget to share the show with friends. 

Albert Johnson is famous in Canadian crime history for leading Mounties on a sensational and deadly chase through the Yukon and Northwest Territories during the winter of 1931-32. How he managed to elude police over hundreds of kilometers in subzero temperatures through a mountainous wilderness is as much a mystery as his real identity. To this day, very little is known about the man nicknamed "The Mad Trapper". My guest, Helena Katz, Canadian historian and author, joins me to talk about her book, "The Mad Trapper: The Incredible Tale of a Famous Canadian Manhunt". More information can be found at her website at http://www.katzcommunications.ca/ .Happy Victoria Day to all of my northern friends and listeners!

The largest man hunt in Canadian history was of the infamous Mad Trapper of Rat River. The man known as Albert Johnson was a fugitive whose actions stemming from a trapping dispute eventually sparked off gunfights, and a massive manhunt across the Northwest Territories and Yukon in Northern CanadaEp:4 Source Links: badassoftheweek.com/albertjohnson nwtandy.rcsigs.ca/stories/rat_river.htm thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/albert-johnson archive.macleans.ca/article/1955/10/1/who-was-the-mad-trapper-of-rat-river dyingwords.net/who-was-the-mad-trapper-of-rat-river/ See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

In this week's episode, we take a crazy adventure throughout the Northwest Territories and part of the Yukon as we follow Albert Johnson (aka The Mad Trapper)and the NWT RCMP on a wild chase and crazy gunfights.Resources:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Johnson_(criminal)http://dyingwords.net/who-was-the-mad-trapper-of-rat-river/https://www.cbc.ca/archives/entry/the-rcmp-get-their-man-thanks-to-a-bush-pilot Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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