Podcasts about Greenhorn

In the frontier town of Thickleg, WY, the humble farmers and ranchers rely on Seamus Greenhorn for medical assistance. The only thing is, “Doctor” Greenhorn has no idea what he's doing, he's just winging it when he mixes together the various strong medicines in his shop, frequently testing them on himself first. When a drunken accident causes him to injure his head, Seamus downs a potent concoction to ease his headache and discovers two things: he's tripping balls and he can talk to animals. As this quack doctor continues to self medicate his way across the open range, he uses his new (and maybe imagined) powers to heal (and cause) a war between man and beast.Scripts start at 45:15StarringHobert ThompsonLaura PetroAnd Jordan Wilson as Mr. Horse

This week's featured story comes from The Celestial Club: After School with Aliens and Friends collection. It's called "Chapter One: Where is Everyone?" Zooks! It's time for an after-school club! Life in Greenhorn can be tricky, what with all of the expected (and unexpected) residents from around the universe. Willie Grey invites the listeners to an after-school club as a way for celestials and friends to get to know each other. Renowned local podcaster Johnny Boy Nebraska chimes in to keep everyone in the loop with his star-studded list of guests! If you enjoyed that story, there are hundreds and hundreds more where that came from. Try a Sparkle subscription now - for free. Go to www.sparklestories.com and click the button at the top that says “Start Free Trial,” then you can listen to our giant library as much as you like, anytime you like.  Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions?  Ideas?  Requests? Email us!  info@sparklestories.com Enjoy!

This week's featured story comes from the Life as a Martian collection. It's called "Chapter One: The Anomaly in Greenhorn." When the Nebraska family lands in Greenhorn, there's a lot they don't know — including the fact that they are Martians sent to Earth as undercover researchers. As they become accustomed to their new town, they study the local culture and even shuttle their youngest son to a podcast camp where he hosts a new show ... and reveals their true identity. If you enjoyed that story, there are hundreds and hundreds more where that came from. Try a Sparkle subscription now - for free. Go to www.sparklestories.com and click the button at the top that says “Start Free Trial,” then you can listen to our giant library as much as you like, anytime you like.  Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many, many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions?  Ideas?  Requests? Email us!  info@sparklestories.com Enjoy! 

Welcome to a new episode of Get Creative! In this episode, host Justin Tuminowski sits down with his friend and guest, Ari Girelli, a New England Regional leader in the Subtoreal estate community. They dive deep into Ari's journey, discussing his transition from a real estate newbie to a successful investor, as well as a creative deal they collaborated on in Florida. Listeners will gain valuable insights into navigating the challenges of real estate, building a thriving community, and leveraging strategies like lease options and wraps.   Highlights: "What gets me excited now is way different than back when I started."   "Take it upon yourself to come in with, here's what I can bring to this relationship."   "If you scroll through my like, my phone now, other people say it, and I can't tell you how true it is."   "It gets better. It gets stronger. I'm excited for what's to come."   Timestamps: 00:00 - Introduction  02:13 - Introduction of the Guest  04:44 - Ari's Journey and Impact of the Community 07:52 - Community Engagement and Meeting Details 11:11 - Details of the Florida Deal 16:41 - Structuring the Deal and Overcoming Challenges 22:30 - Handling the Unexpected and Finalizing the Deal 27:53 - Lessons Learned and Future Goals 34:16 - Importance of Leading with Value 39:39 - Closing Remarks and Community Engagement   ► Join The Subto Community & Learn Creative Finance Directly from Pace:  https://paceapproves.com/subto-gc?utm_source=Apple&utm_medium=video&utm_campaign=getcreativepodcast  ► Want to Become a Private Money Lender? Join Us For The Upcoming LIVE Training this Saturday to Learn How to Lend Money on Real Estate Deals: https://pacejmorby.com/exclusive-training-new?el=yt&htrafficsource=desc&utm_medium=video&utm_source=Apple&utm_campaign=getcreativepodcast&utm_content=    ► Join Our Free Facebook Group to Connect with Pace and his Students: http://paceapproves.com/freefb-yt?utm_source=Apple&utm_medium=video&utm_campaign=getcreativepodcast    ► Become a Top Tier Transaction Coordinator and Make Money Doing The Paperwork For Real Estate Transactions: https://paceapproves.com/tttc-gc?utm_source=Apple&utm_medium=video&utm_campaign=getcreativepodcast    ► Listen To Pace and His Students Share Insider Secrets To Real Estate Investor Success: https://getcreativepodcast.com/    PLUG IN & SUBSCRIBE Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pacemorby/  TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@pacemorby 

Bis 1875 war die Lage in Lincoln County angespannt, aber relativ stabil. Bis zwei Neuankömmlinge den Status Quo erschütterten - und den Zorn von "The House" auf sich zogen. Lawrence G. Murphy und seine Geschäftspartner James J. Dolan und John Riley, in Lincoln County als "The House" bekannt, besaßen das Geschäftsmonopol im Lincoln County - und galten neben Rinderbaron John Chisum als die unbestrittenen Herrscher der Gegend. Zwischen den beiden Königshäusern war die Lage angespannt, aber noch weitgehend stabil. Doch die Ankunft des Anwalts Alexander McSween und des angehenden Rinderzüchters John H. Tunstall sollte die Machtverhältnisse im Lincoln County drastisch verschieben - und das Pulverfass in der Region zum Überlaufen bringen. 00:00 - Intro und Einleitung 02:39 - Zusammenfassung der letzten Folge  05:23 - Die politischen Verstrickungen des Santa Fe Rings und die "magische Rinderherde" von "The House" 08:28 - Streitbarer Rinderbaron: Opposition gegen John Chisum in Lincoln County 11:11 - Das Ehepaar Alexander und Susan McSween 15:38 - Alexander McSween - erste Jahre als Anwalt in Kansas und Umsiedlung nach New Mexico 19:06 - 15. März 1875: Der einzige Anwalt weit und breit (und erste Kontakte mit "The House") 26:33 - Freundschaft und Geschäftsbeziehungen mit John Chisum: Ein schwerwiegender Pferdediebstahl und ein teurer Ranchverkauf 32:27 - Ein britisches Greenhorn im Wilden Westen: Herkunft von John H. Tunstall 37:52 - August 1876: Tunstalls Ankunft in Lincoln County - Neue Bündnisse und Kampfansage an "The House" 44:52 - Neuordnung der Verhältnisse - Rückzug von Lawrence G. Murphy aus "The House" 48:55 - Die "Partnerschaft" von John Tunstall, Alexander McSween und John Chisum 52:31 - Der britische "Gentleman" und der irische "Schläger": Persönlicher Konflikt zwischen Tunstall und Dolan 54:08 - John Tunstall und seine Cowboys 56:54 - Verabschiedung und Ausblick aufs nächste Mal Gefällt's euch? Unterstützt uns per Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/westernunchained Folgt Western Unchained auf Facebook: https://facebook.com/westernunchained  Wir sind jetzt auch auf Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/westernunchained.bsky.social         Unsere Webseite: https://westernunchained.podbean.com Nachrichten aus dem Wilden Westen (Blog): https://westernunchained.blogspot.de #western #wilderwesten #Johntunstall #Alexandermcsween #newmexico #Lincolncounty #lincolncountywar #Billythekid #outlaw

This week's free story comes from the Life as a Martian collection. It's called "Chapter One: The Anomaly in Greenhorn." When the Nebraska family lands in Greenhorn, there's a lot they don't know — including the fact that they are Martians sent to Earth as undercover researchers. As they become accustomed to their new town, they study the local culture and even shuttle their youngest son to a podcast camp where he hosts a new show ... and reveals their true identity. If you enjoyed that story, there are hundreds and hundreds more where that came from. Try a Sparkle subscription now - for free. Go to www.sparklestories.com and click the button at the top that says “Start Free Trial,” then you can listen to our giant library as much as you like, anytime you like.  Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions?  Ideas?  Requests? Email us!  info@sparklestories.com Enjoy!

What in the heck is a Greenhorn? A new cocktail that is sure to be a classic. No, seriously, this cocktail WILL BE a classic. Created by Bobby Heugle, the architect of Houston's cocktail scene. This week we introduce you to a new liqueur, Midori - and yes, you need to know Midori. We would talk about it if it wasn't good. Turns out, it pairs well with Tequila - trust us. We also meet up with Suze, a bitter friend who makes everything better. Stick around for the history behind the Greenhorn and Houston's cocktail scene.  Greenhorn Cocktail 1.25 oz of blanco tequila (quality tequila from the highlands of Jalisco - El Tesoro or Puntagave) 1 oz Midori .75 oz Suze Stir in mixing glass, strain into coupe glass, garnish with a green cherry (oh, you know you want to try it) Grinchmas Margarita: 1.5 oz tequila blanco .75 oz Midori, some like to use 1 oz - up to you! 1 oz pineapple juice .75 oz lime juice .5 oz orange liqueur Add to a cocktail shaker, add ice and shake. Double strain into a glass with fresh ice, bonus if you'd like to rim the glass with coconut shavings. TIP: Batching martini's The Art of Drinking IG: @theartofdrinkingpodcast  Jules IG: @join_jules TikTok: @join_jules  Website: joinjules.com Brad  IG: @favorite_uncle_brad This is a Redd Rock Music Podcast IG: @reddrockmusic www.reddrockmusic.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A true all-terrain board sports prodigy joins the podcast! UNLEASHED is proud to welcome snowboarder and multi-sport phenom Judd Henkes from Southern California. In his exclusive interview with The Dingo, Danny, and Brittney, the 22-year-old from La Jolla, California, details his passion for snowboarding and surfing, documented in the new Monster Energy film ‘Greenhorn, directed by the visionary Spencer Whiting, aka Gimbal God. Raised on the sunny beaches of La Jolla, California, Judd Henkes was destined to evolve into an all-around boardsports talent. After picking up snowboarding at the early age of four, skating and surfing came close behind. Over the years, Henkes rapidly progressed in all three board sports while excelling in all snowboard disciplines, a testament to his natural riding style and technical ability. At the mere age of 14, Henkes turned heads with an unprecedented fifth-place finish in Halfpipe at the vaunted 2016 Burton U.S. Open. As a member of the Mammoth Mountain Snowboard Team, he's been competing on the big stage in X Games and Dew Tour contests since 2019. As his next challenge, Henkes aims to represent the United States in the Winter Olympics as part of Team USA. Despite his contest ambitions, Judd also took on the challenge to showcase both his snowboarding and equally adept surfing skills in his new film ‘Greenhorn', documented behind the lens of progressive and hyper-creative Spencer Whiting. Gain inside perspective and behind-the-scenes stories of Henkes' groundbreaking new Snowboard and surf film from the multi-hyphenate talent– only on UNLEASHED!Press the play button (and hit Like) on the new episode of UNLEASHED with The Dingo, Danny, and Brittney.Make sure to subscribe and stay tuned for more UNLEASHED episodes. Regular editions of the show are recorded live inside Studio M at Monster Energy headquarters in Corona, California, and published bi-weekly. Also, follow @monsterenergy for updates.

**"Der beste Zeitpunkt, um einen Start-up zu gründen, ist immer jetzt. Und wenn dann - wie jetzt gerade - eine Krise herrscht, dann ist das Timing besonders gut."** Fredrik Harkort ist beileibe kein Unbekannter in der Start-up-Szene. Nach dem furiosen Erfolg von "I make you sexy" hat der Seriengründer gemeinsam mit seiner Ehefrau und Co-Gründerin Julia gerade mehrere Millionen für ihr Unternehmen Cleverly eingesammelt. Und damit ein echtes Ausrufezeichen in der Branche gesetzt. **Cleverly als innovative Lösung für mehr Lernmotivation und Potenzialentwicklung** Cleverly unterstützt Kinder und Jugendliche dabei, wieder mehr Freude am Lernen zu bekommen und ihre Persönlichkeit weiterzuentwickeln. Das ermöglicht Cleverly mit einem digitalen Nachhilfesystem gepaart mit einem vielschichtigen Mentorenprogramm, das die Teilnehmenden in ihren Stärken unterstützt. Cleverly tritt also mit einem lupenreinen Purpose an den Start. **Winterzeit für Start-ups auf Kapitalsuche** Und das macht in diesen besonders harten Zeiten für Start-ups sicherlich einen gewaltigen Unterschied, wenn es darum geht, Investoren zu überzeugen. So haben auch Business Angels wie z.B. Verena Pausder und Lea-Sophie Cramer gegen den Strom entschieden und Kapital eingelegt. Der Erfolg von Cleverly liegt ganz sicherlich auch an dem reichen Erfahrungsschatz, auf den Fredrik Harkort und seine Frau Julia mit ihren bisherigen Start-Up-Unternehmungen und Exits zurückgreifen. In dieser Folge teilt Fredrik offen seine Erkenntnisse und Einsichten aus vielen Jahren Unternehmertum. Mit allen Höhen und Tiefen. **Was lernen wir in der aktuellen Folge von GOOD WORK?** - Warum wir im Bildungssystem einen elementaren Innovationsstau haben - Das kleine und große Alphabet von Start-ups - Welche Schlüsselrolle persönliche Resilienz spielt - Welche Rolle das "richtige" Timing spielt - Was der Unterschied zwischen einem "normalen" Unternehmen und einem Start-Up ist - Warum Fredrik froh ist, sich endlich wieder der Organisationsentwicklung von Cleverly zu widmen. - Wie man als "Greenhorn" in Sachen Bildung auch auf diesem Gebiet erfolgreich sein kann - Welchen Unterschied es nach innen und außen macht, wenn ein Unternehmen purpose-driven aufgestellt ist. Hört rein in dieses Gespräch mit einem super sympathischen und begeisternden Vollblut-Unternehmer, der längst verstanden hat, dass Wertschöpfung und Purpose überhaupt keinen Widerspruch darstellen. Interview: Jule Jankowski Die Menschen in unserem GOOD WORK Salon: In unserem GOOD WORK Salon versammeln sich spannende Zeitgenossen: Echte Vordenker:innen, Paradiesvögel ebenso wie fleissige Arbeitsbienchen, Leute aus der Mitte und aus den Nischen unserer Arbeitswelt - kurz: ein bunter Reigen an Menschen, die mit uns ihre klugen Gedanken und gelebten GOOD WORK Geschichten teilen wollen. Die Salongespräche laden ein zu einer wahrhaftigen Begegnung mit diesen Menschen. Im gleichermaßen tiefgründigen wie leichtfüßigen Dialog mit ihnen werden wir uns ausgewählten Phänomenen der Transformation widmen. Dabei wird neben all den inhaltlich wesentlichen Aspekten Platz sein für die menschliche Perspektive. Wir rücken ein Stückchen näher heran an unsere Gäste und laden Sie ein, etwas aus ihrem persönlichen Leben mit uns zu teilen. Der Kontext ist und bleibt die Transformation unserer Arbeitswelt auf ihren unterschiedlichen Bühnen. Unsere fünf GOOD WORK Prinzipien bleiben weiterhin als Struktur im Hintergrund bestehen. Wir sprechen künftig auch immer über Gelungene Beziehungsgestaltung Flexible Strukturen Digitale Balance Gelebte Agilität und Das Denken in Möglichkeiten. Die Zeit zu lernen ist: JETZT!

Heute spreche ich in meinem Perry Rhodan Reread Podcast Stardust ruft Terra über den 104. Band der Heftromanserie. Mit „Nur ein Greenhorn“ erzählt William Voltz die Geschichte des jungen Mannes John Edgar Pinter der Hals über Kopf in ein galaktisches Verbrechen stolpert. Wie er sich daraus wieder befreit und was es am Ende des Tages mit Gigantsuperzart auf sich hat, erfahrt ihr in diesem Podcast.

Because of how it's chartered, the ghost town of Greenhorn remained an incorporated city even when its population was zero — but it couldn't defend its city hoosegow from the midnight raiders of Canyon City one summer night. (Grant and Baker County; 1960s) (For text and pictures, see https://offbeatoregon.com/1505d.greenhorn-smallest-city-jail-stolen-340.html)

In diesem Podcast berichte ich als "Cruise-Greenhorn" über meine erste echte Kreuzfahrt. Erfreut, eindrücklich und auch ein wenig hintergründig (hoffentlich) [...] The post D-RR227 – Greenhorn Cruising auf Nicko's “Vasco da Gama” first appeared on Deutsches Reiseradio (German Travelradio).

Anna Olswanger is an award-winning children's author and highly regarded literary agent, with clients include the New York Times best-selling author Michael Hall and the Newbery Honor Book winner Vince Vawter. Anna's middle grade novel Greenhorn (2012) is based on the true story of a young Holocaust survivor that she heard from Rabbi Rafael Grossman. Anna is also the author of Shlemiel Crooks (2005), a Sydney Taylor Honor Book and PJ Library Book, and a graphic novel titled A Visit to Moscow (2022). Anna is also curator of her dad's (Berl Olswanger's) jazz career and music, all wonderful reasons to interview her about her careers and life. Mel Rosenberg is a professor emeritus of microbiology (Tel Aviv University, emeritus) who fell in love with children's books as a small child and now writes his own. He is co-founder of Ourboox, a web platform with some 240,000 ebooks that allows anyone to create and share flipbooks comprising text, pictures and videos. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

Anna Olswanger is an award-winning children's author and highly regarded literary agent, with clients include the New York Times best-selling author Michael Hall and the Newbery Honor Book winner Vince Vawter. Anna's middle grade novel Greenhorn (2012) is based on the true story of a young Holocaust survivor that she heard from Rabbi Rafael Grossman. Anna is also the author of Shlemiel Crooks (2005), a Sydney Taylor Honor Book and PJ Library Book, and a graphic novel titled A Visit to Moscow (2022). Anna is also curator of her dad's (Berl Olswanger's) jazz career and music, all wonderful reasons to interview her about her careers and life. Mel Rosenberg is a professor emeritus of microbiology (Tel Aviv University, emeritus) who fell in love with children's books as a small child and now writes his own. He is co-founder of Ourboox, a web platform with some 240,000 ebooks that allows anyone to create and share flipbooks comprising text, pictures and videos. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A fan commentary of the 2013 Warner Brothers film "Man of Steel", one scene at a time! In this episode Tim and Scott review scene 8 where where we are introduced to an adult Clark Kent searching for answers and performing a heroic rescue of workers on a burning oil rig. You can help to support this show and the rest of Squadcast Media through Patreon at this link!  Thank you for your support! You can help support the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention HERE Where to find us: Follow DC Squadcast on Twitter at @DCSquadcast Follow Tim on Threads and Twitter at @Allenfire Follow Scott on Twitter at @ScottDC27 Email us at DCSquadcast@gmail.com Subscribe to Squadcast Media: DC Squadcast: iTunes / Spotify / Google Play / Stitcher / RSS Scene By Scene: The Batman: iTunes / Spotify / Google Play / Stitcher / RSS Scene By Scene: Man of Steel: iTunes / Spotify / Google Play / Stitcher / RSS DCTV Squadcast: iTunes / Google Play / Stitcher / RSS DC Comics Squadcast: iTunes / Google Play / Stitcher / RSS Fans Without Borders: iTunes / Google Play / Stitcher / RSS Enter The Knight: iTunes / Google Play / Spotify / RSS The show's intro and outro music was composed by Chris Rimmer.

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Ab nach Bochum: Der VfL-Trainer empfängt Sven & Conni anner Castroper. Es geht um seinen ungewöhnllichen Weg ins Profigeschäft, persönliche Niederlagen, das Thema Selbstreflexion und die Kunst, mit viel Lebenserfahrung noch ein Greenhorn zu sein. Viel Spaß! Von Sven Pistor /Thomas Letsch /Constantin Kleine.

In This EpisodeIt's afternoon on May 5th, 1864 -- Greenhorn cavalry officer Brig. Gen. Harry Wilson has stumbled onto a third Confederate cavalry force coming down the Catharpin Road. While he prepares his troopers to repeal a rebel counter-attack from his former West Point classmate Gen. Thomas "Tex" Rosser of Virginia, he is desperate to get this new information to Meade before it is too late. The only problem is that Wilson's entire cavalry division -- over 3,000 men and horses -- is completely cut off from the rest of the Union Army. No one is coming to save him or his men.Notable Quotes"I had had no word from Sheridan that day and knew absolutely nothing as to his whereabouts or even as to the position of any part of the army except my own."-- Brig. Gen. Harry Wilson"Pistol and sabre were busy in slaughter while the shrieks of the stricken and the shouts of the victors mingled with the roar of battle."-- Confederate Cavalryman"General Wilson is falling back to this point, followed by the enemy. Col. Chapman reports the enemy that attacked very superior to his [force] and compelled him to retire. Wilson himself had not yet arrived and I can't say what I will do. I have my command here and will receive the enemy."-- Brig.Gen. Gregg"Artilleryyy-ist... Artilllllery-ist? Artiller-ist? No. Can't say it. How's about, 'good shot with a cannon!'"-- Kyle M. Bondo, Amateur Cannoneer

In This EpisodeIt's noon on May 5th, 1864 -- Greenhorn cavalry officer Brigadier General James Harrison "Harry" Wilson started the Overland Campaign with high expectations. Now, after a series of tactical shortcomings and conflicting orders, his actions allowed rebel forces to approach the Union army almost undetected. To make matters worse, Wilson's entire cavalry division -- over 3,000 men and horses -- is missing. No one has seen or heard from Wilson since 5:00 AM. With the Orange Plank Road now engulfed by an endless column of Confederate infantry, Grant and Meade are desperate to know: Where the hell is Harry Wilson's Cavalry Division?Notable Quotes"My pickets report nothing new from the enemy this morning."-- Brig.Gen. James Harrison Wilson's last message to Maj.Gen Meade, 5:00 AM, May 5th, 1864

Starring Gentleman Jervis and Allan Trautman! It's a hot and sunny day in Driftwood Gulch and the morning stage brings a newcomer to town. A newcomer who is looking for adventure! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Starring Gentleman Jervis and Allan Trautman! It's a hot and sunny day in Driftwood Gulch and the morning stage brings a newcomer to town. A newcomer who is looking for adventure! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Fledgling. Novice. Greenhorn. Tenderfoot. Noob. We have a lot of words for people who are trying things for the first time, and generally, the more words there are to describe a thing, the more prevalent and complex that thing is. This issue presents itself in two common ways in the market research industry: 1. A steady stream of new researchers entering the field, and 2. A continually shifting landscape full of new methodology, new technology, new objectives and new(ly reduced) budgets. Researchers everywhere are being asked to do more with less, and for many, the prospect of doing everything themselves seems like the only option. But it's not. Meet Edward Staples, Senior Director of Business Development at Prodege. Edward has been in the insights industry since 2006, and has worked in both qualitative and quantitative research, including trackers, concept testing, in-person and online across a broad client base including finance, travel, CPG, QSR, apparel, retail and more. At Prodege, he helps leading brands, marketers and agencies uncover answers to their business questions, acquire new customers, increase revenue, and drive brand loyalty.  In this episode, Momma Bird and CEO Priscilla McKinney and Edward discuss Ed's true passion: helping.  "There's nothing more interesting and fascinating to me than working with somebody to help them understand 'how are we communicating with people?'" Edward (and Prodege) believe that the new DIY is actually DIT - Do It Together. DIT represents a more consultative approach to research, infusing experience and wisdom into projects that otherwise find researchers struggling against knowledge barriers that end in missed insights.  Along the way, Priscilla and Edward discuss the importance and challenge of behavioral data, the evolution of Prodege, and a societal shift toward better discussions around gender, race and ethnicity.  "I'm very proud of our industry, because we are the industry that looks at these issues and takes them head on. We're here to assume that we don't know, and to listen in order to find the information. And that's what we, as humans, could be doing in general about these things."  Connect with Edward on LinkedIn, or drop him a line.  Sponsors: Global sampling, field management, data collection and more - Gazelle Global's ad hoc services give you access to global experts as an extension of your team, without the extra overhead. Our team is ready to lend our expertise to complete projects to your specifications today. Visit our website to learn more!

This week we are joined live from Greenhorn Ranch with Tyler Tomasello and Luis Escobar, as they join Clint and Jack for a roundtable. We chat about long road trips, Blood Root Ultras, Race Directing, Podcasting inside baseball, Tintype Photography, Greenhorn Ranch, Pineapples & Flamingos and beer. Help support our show on Patreon. Get a shout out and get some bonus content: https://www.patreon.com/beerontherun Check out our Facebook group at https://www.facebook.com/groups/969035247373743. Find our podcast on Instagram @BeerOnTheRunPod and on Twitter @BeerOnTheRun. All of our links are on our Link Tree: https://linktr.ee/BeerOnTheRunPod. Come by and say hi and let us know what you think about our show. Please check out our friend and sponsor's website and podcast. Luis Escobar is the host of The Road Dog Podcast and puts on races at All We Do Is Run.  

What's that off in the distance? Is that the super-heavy Swedish extreme metal band Meshuggah? Cue the THICC riffs. Meshuggah is back baby! Eric couldn't be happier as the boys drop their reviews of Immutable. Dan and Evan aren't as sure of their feelings. Meshuggah songs previewed in this episode include: "The Abysmal Eye" "The Faultless" "Ligature Marks" In another edition of "Sudsin' It Up" (with Eric), the biggest beard on the pod drops a review of the Greenhorn Unscented Solid Beard Wash Bar by Whiskey 'N Hardtack. Meanwhile, Dan wishes it actually felt like spring in Minnesota while sipping on Springbier from Indeed Brewing Co. And Eric drops his review of the Chonk Spumoni Sundae Sour from Drekker Brewing Co. Evan gives a shout-out to Blonde Fatale from Peace Tree Brewing Co. If ya know, ya know.

In this episode I'm joined by my long-time friend Nick. I met Nick in our first couple years of college, and back in 2006, we set off to hunt sheep. It was great re-living the memories of that hunt and hopefully you can learn some lessons from our mistakes.

Travel into the 1818 Ozark frontier with two wholly unprepared young men. They can't hunt, they can't read maps well, they can't even make coffee...

We take the behemoth that is social media. Talking through how they affect us and our families. Neils thoughts on how he's going to tackle social media with a 6yr old and how Gordon has built his business off that back everything to do with social media.

If the sketch which follows, depicting a general outline of incidents which entered into the experience of a "Greenhorn," on his first deer hunt in the wilds of Michigan, shall have the effect of driving the work-encumbered denizens of the city into some reasonable consideration for his own wellbeing, by taking for himself such recreation as will yield him the greatest possible benefit, the object of it will have been accomplished. After a fellow has spent say thirty years of his life with his nose at the grindstone, it is not astonishing that it comes to strike him at last as being somewhat monotonous, and then when he comes to look at the results and sees little but cavernous eyes, sunken cheeks, attenuated frame, and a general slaughter of the vital energies, it is well that he began to think, "What is to be the end of all this anyhow? Does it pay? and, if not, what is the remedy?" When a man has reached this crisis, and asks himself seriously these questions, there is hope for him, and happy will it prove if he can profit by my experience, so he may enjoy himself to the full limit of his capacity; and his capacity will require no stinted draught, particularly if he has been a constant reader of Forest and Stream, for while yet in the toils his tastes and inclinations will have been so shaping and developing as to prepare him to receive the maximum amount of enjoyment and satisfaction the moment he breaks the monotony and enters upon the rejuvenating process. In my case I went into early training. It commenced with the first issue of Forest and Stream, and it still continues. Thursday nights my watch is slow, and from the moment I take my seat before my wide open grate, with slippers and cigars until bed time, I let the world wag. I am drinking in new life, shaking hands with Thad. Norris, holding high carnival with Major Sarasota, and courting old Al. Fresco as I would my “Gum Drop”. Wife says we must make that “party call” tonight. "Not much," say I; "here's mettle more attractive!  Well, I read my Forest and Stream through; then turn again to your new title page on the outside of the cover, study that grand old head, which is the Daniel Webster of all mooses, then to the camp, the rods, the guns.  0h! I wish I were there; but then— not any of this for me. Oh! no, the delicious reality is too far beyond my reach. It is all very nice to know that there is such a fountain of perpetual youth, and that the mysteries of the Forest and the Stream can be enjoyed by some, so that we can read about them and get the crumbs as it were from the rich man's table, or to borrow a smile, we can look at the blackened frames next morning after the fireworks are over, and so enjoy the fireworks second-hand like. Now, it so happens, that in one of these reveries, the post carrier brings a letter posted "Wild Cat," Michigan. Of course that's from Elisha ('Lish for short), lumberman, merchant, notary, constable, sportsman and brother-in-law. Let's see what he has to say; some patent business probably, as usual. What! do I read aright? Why, the boy says: "Dear Greenhorn, if you want some sport, come here at once; lots of deer, plenty of bear, clouds of turkey, wild cats quantum sufficit, and as for partridges, quail, jack rabbits, and all such small insects, they overrun the country, begging for a front seat in a pot-pie. Come quick. Bring "Bird" (that's my wife) and stay eighteen months. Gentle reader: (Original but not copyrighted) were you ever struck by lightning? If so, you can probably imagine the thrill that shivered my timbers the moment the full force of this thing struck me. Here was the grand opportunity of a life time; but how can I? Oh! The tantalizing cuss! he knows it's impossible. Of course it is. But the vision haunts me; like Banquo's ghost, it will not down. I imagine I see the handwriting on the wall — he "who hesitates is lost." Well, I hesitate! I am lost! I resolve. I will go. There ! It is done. I will telegraph so that I can't back out, and a message goes instantaneous. Are there any skeptics in your large family that don't believe in the virtue of a good resolution? Let them try it and see. My resolution is scarce an hour old, and here is a new man already. Why, the new life bursts out all over; the tension of a long strain is off; the whole frame springs upright; the true manhood steps forth and asserts the privilege of a hitherto imprisoned birthright, which else might have gone, like Esau of old, for a mere mess of pottage. So it is fixed. I go. Now to business. Let's see; I must have a Winchester and a— well, never mind. I will tell you just what I did take, and then let you know in the end how the items respectively served my purpose, as follows, viz: A Winchester rifle, a heavy blue flannel shirt, a tightly knit cardigan jacket, a pair of rubber boots, a few pairs of extra heavy woolen socks, a Holabird shooting coat, an old soft felt hat, and a sheath knife, all together (except of course the rifle) filling not more than half an ordinary sized hand bag. I did not take a shot gun, as my ambition was for the "heavy weights" — no sparrows and wrens and sich, for my bag, this time. All these things provided, therefore, the most beautiful morning of the whole year (two month's since) saw me on the rear platform of a Pullman parlor, passing quietly out of the Erie depot, bound for sundown. The next morning found me at Port Huron, with a trip of thirty miles up the shore of Lake Huron yet before me, and no practicable way of making it but by boat. A boat of the regular line would not pass up until evening, but I must do better if possible, for I thought of that "Lordly Buck" that was waiting, and afraid lest Bergh might make a case against me if I taxed his patience too long; but it was no use. After hailing all sorts of craft, and trying to drive a bargain with numerous tug captains I gave it up, and it was ten o'clock at night before I set foot on the dock at Lexington, where was a pair of stalwart arms wide open to embrace, and they being clad in the shaggiest of Ulsters, it was no great stretch of the imagination in the hug that followed, to believe that I had found my own Grizzly, and that he had got the best of me. Five miles more inland in the pitchy darkness behind "Old John" (of whom more anon), brought us to our destination, and by midnight I was fast in the arms of Morpheus under a hospitable shelter, with warm hearts and true around me, and the "Lordly Buck" scarce five hundred yards away in "the bush," waiting to bid me good morning. I was awakened betimes by the sound of voices under my window, and looking out, I saw in the faint grey of the early dawn the preparation on foot for the sport of the day; the boys were waiting for us with the hounds (splendid fellows), and a good backwoods team with hay, straw, robes, and other creature comforts filling the box, and into which, after a glorious breakfast of venison, fresh eggs, wafer-like buckwheat cakes, and the most fragrant and delicious of coffee, we all bundled. Then, amid a jolly outburst of orchestral music from some half-dozen fog horns we started, just as the streaks of grey in the east began to broaden and reflect a silver sheen on the frosty landscape. Now, while we are driving along gaily, but not rapidly (for the corderoy road forbids that), I will introduce my companions: First, there is "'Lish," our brother-in-law, a thorough sportsman, "with all that that implies," a born gentleman in all his walks and conversation, the worthy head of the community, and the authority of an extended local district in all matters pertaining to the horse, the dog, or the gun— a mechanical genius of the first water— and a most genial and intelligent companion. Next comes Buxton, young in years, but old in wood craft; can scent a deer about as well as a hound; can thread the mazes of the forest without breaking a twig, or losing his locality for an instant; a most willing and unselfish worker for the enjoyment of others. Then comes Bertham, an educated and intelligent gentleman, whom taste and inclination, and perhaps fortune, has led to a frontier life, an ardent lover of all manly sports, and a valued teacher and mentor to the youth of the community. Last, but not least, is Joe Butterball, in charge of the team. What Joe don't know about getting a team through a "slashing" isn't worth knowing; but when it comes to guns — well, if Joe has one in his hands give him a wide berth. He "don't know nothing about the dog-goned things — don't like 'em." So we had prepared for Joe an old muzzle loader loaded with blank cartridge, to be used as we should instruct. I was armed with a Winchester, Buxton with a Spencer carbine, Bertham with a fine Webley breech loader, loading buck-shot. 'Lish had both a Winchester and a Daly gun. Well, here we are. We have come a mile due west of the hamlet, and here is apparently a cross road; at least they call it such but it is really little else than a path cut for the surveyor's through the forest for the laying out of the section line roads. Here we drop Buxton and the hounds. They go a mile or two further on foot, when they enter the forest to the north of the road, gradually making their way back towards us, and driving the deer before them. We turn into the forest to the north, and after going in a short distance the horses are hitched, and Joe left in charge. We give him the blunderbuss loaded and prepared for his use, and tell him to pull the trigger if he hears the hounds coming too near his station, so as to frighten the deer over towards us. We cock the gun for him, and leave him fully prepared for the emergency. We then take up our several positions about five hundred yards apart, on a line due north from each other. Joe first, Bertham second, myself third, and 'Lish last. As a Greenhorn, I am told to keep my eye on a certain black stump when I hear the hounds coming, for if the deer comes through on the runway I am watching, he will surely pass within ten feet of that stump. I am told, also, that if the deer gets by me unhurt, not to let the dogs follow, but to stop and tie them fast. I am provided with stout muslin cords for that purpose, for the deer would probably lead them to the lake, seven or eight miles distant, and we might see no more of them for days, our hunt for the next day be spoiled. So, with these hints, I wait in the grand solitude of the virgin forest, with ears intent for the voice of the hounds. I cannot tell how long I waited. I only know that in a supreme moment of contemplation, when the soul seemed filled with the greatness, the grandeur, the glory of the illimitable wilderness, I was suddenly aroused to a realizing sense of the situation by a distant cry of the hounds, distant and low at first, gradually coming nearer and more distinct; now evidently running to the north, now to the south. Oh! the music of that full chorus, which now began to break loudly on the still air, was inspiring. All else was still as death, and every particular hair was standing on end with expectation. One loud, deep, and wonderfully clear voice, was evidently nearer than the rest, but running too far north, for my runway. Presently, crack goes a shot, evidently from 'Lish's Winchester; then another, and another in quick succession. All is still again. The deep, loud-voiced hound, is heard no more; but the others are in full cry, nearly in front of me, but yet at some distance. I cannot resist the inclination to climb that high stump at my right, to see if I can see the result of those three sharp cracks. I am up there in an instant, but can see nothing: I suddenly hear a twig snap almost at my side, and looking down quickly, there is a beautiful fawn bounding lightly by, scarcely seeming to touch the ground, so graceful, so beautiful. I am spell-bound, and haven't the heart to stop him. No! Go on, my jewel, and take your life with you. The hounds are still crying loud and near. I am now back in an instant to my old position, with my eye on the black stump, though my game has probably passed. I must stop the hounds. A' ah! there is a commotion in the brush over by that stump now. No fawn this time. A crash in the thicket, and out rushes like the wind an old grey-haired monarch, plunging like lightning right by my wondering and bewildered vision, and myself powerless to raise an arm to stop him. In an instant, however, Richard is himself again, and I send a wild shot after him. He is away now two hundred yards, going straight from me. I raise my rifle again with comparative deliberation this time. Ah! old fellow, where are you now? His heels fly up, and turning a complete sommersault he lies still. The shot had struck him behind the ear and entered his brain, and in falling his momentum had carried him completely over. I viewed my prize with a pride that I will not attempt to express. He was a grand fellow, and his head and antlers will remain an heirloom, I hope, for many generations to come. I now start to get Joe to help me in the details of bleeding and dressing him. Hark! there goes Joe's gun! Can there be another coming? I stop to listen, but hear nothing but a faint, distant jargon, in Joe's peculiar vernacular, and hasten to see what has happened to him. I found him leaning against a stump, with his hands pressed over his abdominal region, throwing out curses by the bushel on all guns, and that gun in particular, which was lying in the mud at his feet. He was able finally to explain that, after he had heard our shots, he thought all necessity for shooting his gun had passed, and he didn't like to see it standing there cocked, for the "durned thing might go off of itself, you know," and so resolved to put the hammer down. In performing the operation he held the breech against his stomach, the hammers slipped from his fingers and exploded both barrels, the recoil sending him flat on his back, and as he expressed it, "knocking his breakfast clean up into his hat." 'Lish and Bertham had now come up with the hounds, and we passed congratulations and enjoyed a hearty laugh at Joe's expense. 'Lish had killed a buck and a doe, which satisfactorily accounted for his three shots. Bertham had not been in luck, and all agreed that the Greenhorn had acquitted himself with credit, but rather joked the sentiment which gave the fawn his liberty. We now waited for Buxton to come in before we tackled the substantials that we had brought for the inner man. He was not long after the hounds, however, and while regaling ourselves at the festive board, Buxton related how the large buck that I killed was started up by the hounds, only a few rods from where he was standing, and he could have captured him easily, but he thought of that "chap from York who had come a thousand miles to shoot deer, and he wouldn't steal any of his chances no how." Who says there isn't honor and fellow feeling in the backwoods? Indeed, that is just the place to look for it and its name, when you find it— is" Buxton. Well, there must be an end to all things, and the end had now come to our first day's hunt. We all turned to and had our venison stored in the wagon box in short order, which obliged all but that "favored chap from York" to walk home. That night a mysterious party, with glistening knives and lanterns, were busy until midnight cutting up and dividing the spoils, and planning for the next day's hunt, which promised lively sport, inasmuch as bear and wildcat were included in the programme. I find I have forgotten to speak of "Old John," as I promised. He is a grand character in his way, but the length of this paper precludes the singing of his virtues, and of his wonderful intelligence at this time, but will come in with a subsequent account of the three day's sport that followed, and which was participated in by Greenhorn. Part 2 As "Old John" is to figure more or less conspicuously in the account of the next day's hunt, it will be well to introduce him on the start. He is a stallion of almost regal magnificence when he is in shape; but it is not usual in the hunting season to find him in this condition, for his master is almost constantly on his back, and they rough it together, scouring the country in all weathers, and it is a matter of almost daily occurrence to see them come in at nightfall— -'Lish on foot followed by Old John bearing a buck, or a bear, or a brace of turkeys slung over his back; and when we consider the pure white of his coat it is easy to imagine that with such usage he does not at this season appear at his best, as far as looks are concerned, being blood stained and soiled; but as soon as the hunting season is over he appears in his dress suit, which is pure glossy white with jet black spots scattered about his loins and shoulders, with a mane and tail flowing thick and long like silken floss prepared for the loom. A sight of him impressed one with supernatural strength and endurance, combined with the most perfect symmetry and grace of form and movement. 'Lish bought him while a colt, and commenced his education at once. We call him Old John, but he has only turned his sixth year, and is therefore not jet in his prime. His natural intelligence is something wonderful, and after he had been taught that he had an absolute master it was perfectly easy for him to be made to understand and to perform anything. He will acknowledge but one master, however, and -it is worth the life of a stranger to attempt any familiarities with him, and yet 'Lish will put his little six-year old Gussie and five-year old Nellie on his back, and Old John will follow him like a pet dog even into the house, proud of his precious burden. But the noble animal shows best his mettle when on the hunt with his master on his back. The bridle lines are always hanging loosely over his neck, for they are rarely used. 'Lish has his Winchester slung over his shoulder, his breech loader over his arm, his knife in his belt, and off they go like the wind, through thickets, over ditches and fallen logs, turning this way and that, guided by his master's voice or the sway of his body, or a wave of his hand; it is a picture worth going miles to see. Now we will imagine 'Lish and Old John coming home together after a hard day's hunt. They pass in the lane and stop at the side door of the house. The game is taken off Old John's back, and the bridle also removed and done up snugly; no such encumbrance as a saddle is used. Old John is then made to take the bridle in his mouth and receives his orders there. "Now, sir, take your bridle down and hang it up and go into your room and shut the door," and Old John starts off at a lively gait for the barn at the end of the lane, while ‘Lish goes in, kisses wife and babies, takes his game into the dressing room, and then goes down to make Old John comfortable for the night. He finds the bridle hung on its peg all right, and lifting the latch finds the old fellow awfully impatient for his oats; so the feed box is filled, and just as Old John is going for it with a rush, he hears a warning, thus : "Stop, sir! Don't you dare touch an oat until I tell you." We go out and latch the door and look through a crack, keep perfectly still and watch. John stretches out his nose towards the oats just near enough to get a sniff, then throws back his head and looks all around slyly; then once more slowly and cautiously allows his nose to get within an inch of the tempting pile, and holds still a moment, then the lips begin to quiver, then to open and stretch forward. "T-a-k-e c-a-r-e, sir," and back goes his head with a sigh and a half whinney, when 'Lish says "Go in, old chap," and his nose goes in half way up to his eyes, and he is happy. Such is Old John. In order that the plan of the second day's hunt may be clearly comprehended, it is necessary to explain that the Black River runs through the country due south, passing directly through the village where our headquarters are located. All the deer that are started west of here make for this river, which is mainly a deep stream, and probably ten or twelve rods wide, with an occasional fording place. The banks on either side are mostly high and precipitous, of clay and gravel, and fringed with the virgin forest. The river is generally full of logs, which are floated down from lumber camps above to a large saw mill at the village. The deer, when pressed by the hounds, will plunge into the river and hide under the floating masses of logs, with nothing above water but their nostrils, and many of the countrymen who do not own hounds take their stations along the east bank of the river trusting to luck for a shot at some deer who may have run the gauntlet of hunters beyond. Our plan for this day's hunt was for Buxton to take the hounds and go west about a mile, then north two miles, and drive towards the river, while we were to go directly up the east bank of the river about two miles, tramping the whole distance, as there are no roads from the village in this direction, and then take our several stations. I was to take the station furthest north, and 'Lish was to go on Old John and scour a limited district north of me for bear, wildcats, or turkeys, and when he found them, he was either to return to me and let me know, or, if circumstances would not permit of his leaving the game, he was to give two quick shots from his Winchester rifle, and I was to make my way as best I could to where he was, being guided by an occasional whistle from him, he keeping the game cornered or treed as the case might be, until I should come up. We were honored on this trip with the company of Mr. Wildman Mills the owner of countless broad acres in this and adjoining counties, and whose great industry and success in clearing and reclaiming the wild swamp lands of the district causing them to blossom as the rose, has rendered his name a synonym for industry, progress and civilization. Well, Buxton gets an early start with the hounds, and we a little later go our way. Mr. Mills takes the first station, Bertham next, and myself to the extreme north of the line. As we get located 'Lish rushes by on Old John, and with a nod at me he is out of sight in the timber in an instant. We are now all ready for whatever may turn up, and waiting on the tip-toe of expectation for something to happen to call our energies into action. Besides listening for the hounds I have an eye and an ear in the direction whence 'Lish disappeared, and while there waiting I am slightly exasperated by a duck flying around the bend of the river below, and settling in the water directly in front of me— a splendid shot for my rifle, but I dare not shoot for fear of frightening off nobler game, which is liable to appear on the opposite bank at any instant, so I content me by drawing a bead on the duck's head, and betting myself a hundred dollars that I could take it off as clean as a whistle, if I only chose to pull the trigger. We have waited now nearly an hour, and yet no sound from 'Lish or Buxton or the hounds. Meantime Bertham has come up to my station for company, and being a trifle chilled we have built a blazing fire from the fallen pines and birches, and have almost forgotten the excitement of the hunt in the delicious comfort of the situation, and the chat over the camp fire in the midst of the grand, wild surroundings. Bertham does not expect much from this hunt, particularly in the way of deer as the range of the hounds is too limited and the wind is wrong, having changed to the east since we started, and the deer running towards us against the wind might scent us and turn to the north and be lost to us in the swamps abounding in that direction. He acknowledges, however, that with 'Lish's proverbial good luck it would be unusual if he did not start something; and just as he comes to the conclusion we are startled by two quick cracks of the rifle, apparently from a direction a little west of north. Bertham thinks they are from across the river. The wind, however, being from the east might deceive us a point or two, and so I start directly up the river bank, being assured by Bertham that if I have occasion to cross, there are plenty of good places where it can, be done. I follow up the bank of the river perhaps quarter of a mile on the run; but here I am stopped by a dense undergrowth, which it seems impossible to penetrate. I try it, however, and I am startled by a sudden whirr! then another, and another, until it seemed as if at every step I must almost tread on a partridge. Fairly bewildered with excitement at the idea of losing so much of what we in the east would call first class sport, I press forward and come out finally on the edge of a small clearing, where I stop to take breath, listen, and get my latitude. While there listening I notice on the other side of the clearing, moving closely beside the debris of roots and branches which form the northern boundary of the clearing, a long, lithe, brownish figure creeping close to the ground, but rapidly, in the direction of a large pile of roots and logs at the further corner of the field. It was surely a cat, but certainly larger than any I had heard described in these parts. The suddenness of the apparition, so entirely unlooked for, checked my ardor quickly, and led me to consider with such faculties as I remained master of, whether in this case discretion would not be the better part of valor. Alone in the forest with a wildcat, or something worse, for I felt sure from its size that if it were a cat it must be the father of the whole tribe. What shall I do? "I want to go home!" Had he seen me? I could not be sure of it. Could it be possible that this was the game that 'Lish had found, and was he lurking around somewhere taking notes of the situation? No, this could not be, as his shots were further to the westward, and I had been trying to work to the westward as fast as the river would let me. The cat, or whatever it was, had now dragged his sinuous course to the log pile and had disappeared under it, and at this moment I heard a whistle from 'Lish, and evidently on the other side of the river, and not far away; so I concluded at once to retrace my steps to a point where I could hail Bertham and let him have the wildcat all to himself- Back I went— at good speed, too, for I imagined every time a twig snapped that my "friend" was behind me. Reaching a tree that had been uprooted and fallen over the river, with the top nearly to the opposite shore, I crossed on it and down the opposite bank until I could see and hail Bertham, to whom I gave all the points concerning the cat. He seemed to comprehend everything clearly, and started for the game at once, while I turned and made my way towards the sound of the whistle. I had not far to go before I saw 'Lish at a distance lying on the ground and rolling over and over in a manner to astonish me. I hastened to him, thinking he was hurt, but on coming up found him in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Old John was lying behind a clump of bushes prone on his side and still as a mouse, while all 'Lish could do was to point in a certain direction and laugh until his face was purple. I looked in the direction he pointed, but could see nothing until my attention was attracted by the falling of a piece of bark, or something like it, from a tree near by, and guided by that I soon saw the cause of the "trouble." Only a few rods from where we were was an old pine tree which had been broken off short so that only about a third of the original tree was left standing, and about the top, say perhaps fifteen feet from the ground, a few large branches were left, while from that point down almost to the ground were innumerable small stumps of branches a foot or more in length, the branches themselves having been torn and twisted off by storm and accident so that the stubs were left mainly sharp and slivery. Up in the top among the large branches was a bear cub about two-thirds grown, and he had gotten himself wedged in between two of the large branches so that he could neither advance or retreat, while his hinder parts were astraddle of a long, sharp stub that stood out from the tree directly under him. He was so wedged that he could neither raise himself much above it nor get around it. In endeavoring to keep himself clear of it he had clawed the bark all off, so that now there was no hold for him, and he was continually slipping down on the sliver, which would pierce him every time he touched it, and at such times the snarling and growling and scratching were something terrific, and when undertaking to look around under him to see what the trouble was his head would bump savagely against the limb that held him, and his eyes would fairly shoot fire with rage; in his calmer moments he would look down and seem to say; "This, may be fun for you, but wait till I get down, that's all." We had now had all the laugh that we could possibly endure, and it was really a feeling of alarm for ourselves as to the consequences of immoderate laughter that led us to consider measures of bringing the affair to an end. I proposed shooting him where he was. "Oh! no," says 'Lish,"give him a chance for his life; and besides I want to see him come down from that tree himself. Its a mighty handy tree to climb, but a mighty aggravating one to descend. I'll start him." So saying, 'Lish slipped in a cartridge loaded with No. 6 shot and sent it up to the bear. It stung him perceptibly, and stimulated him to a tremendous effort, which resulted in getting his hinder parts around sufficiently to get one of his hind feet on the sliver, then raising himself up, lifted his foreshoulders out of the crotch and gave a long sigh of relief, and looked again at us as much as to say : "Now I'll attend to you" he then backed around to the other side of the tree and commenced letting himself down. We started also for the other side, and reached there just in time to see him brought up by another sliver. When about a third of the way down his hinder parts had by this time become very tender and susceptible, and his rage at this latter infliction was intense. He bit at the tree with a savage snarl, taking out a piece of bark and shaking it as a terrier would a rat. Everything now assumed a decided air of business. I stood ready with my rifle, 'Lish by my side with his breech-loader ready, in case I should miss. Down came old Bruin, and on touching the ground faced us and raised himself, evidently determined to fight. I could wait no longer, but pulled trigger, aiming directly between his foreshoulders. Expecting to see him drop at once, I did not then reload, and when I saw him come rapidly for us after my shot, I confess to a "buck fever," or something else, that rendered me incapable of any reasonable action, for I let another cartridge into the chamber and pulled the trigger without raising the gun, and the dirt and chips flew in all directions where the shot struck, and if 'Lish had not quickly put two charges of buckshot in a vital spot, I will not pretend to say what the end would have been. The last charge was put in at very short range, tearing a hole in his neck that saved any use of the knife in bleeding him. We soon rigged a purchase, raised him up, opened and cleaned him. We found that my ball had entered just to the right of his breastbone, and instead of penetrating it had glanced and followed the bone around just under the skin, lodging under the shoulder-blade at the joint; an inch further to the left would undoubtedly have finished him at once. While we had been entertained by the bear we had heard two shots in Bertham's direction, and we had also imagined that we had heard the hounds far to the south and west of us, but we had been so busy that we could not feel certain. 'Lish now called up Old John, and placing him in a convenient position, by dint of some tugging and lifting Mr. Bear was placed across his back and started for a ford of the river near where we expected to find Bertham. At the ford the banks on either side were comparatively low, and we had no difficulty in crossing. John, however, did some powerful jumping and plunging on the way, but his eye was continually on his master, and he followed his footsteps closely no matter where they led. Reaching Bertham  at last we found that he had got his cat, and had it propped up on a stump as if in the act of springing. Old John didn't like the looks of the animal in that life-like attitude, for he was about giving it a wide berth, but at his master's command he came up to it trembling and snorting, and finally stood quietly beside it. The cat was a large one, but not as large as he had seemed when I saw him in the field. We now took up our line of march homeward, and related our several experiences. Bertham had made an easy capture of the cat. He tracked him into the pile and ascertained that he had not left it, hence he concluded that the cat had seen me and was keeping dark. Gentle means failing to dislodge him, Bertham had gathered some dry birch bark, which burns like. kerosene, and filling up the crevice on the windward side of the pile, started it burning and stood off waiting results. Pussy soon took the hint, and left, being brought up all standing at the first shot; but Bertham  didn't feel like caressing him much until after the dose had been repeated. On coming up to Mr. Mills's station we found the lunch basket open and Buxton and Mr. M. going for the choice cuts before a blazing fire of birch bark and pine knots. The hounds were tethered near by, and we all sat down to the feast. Any hunter can imagine the delights of the situation at this moment. It was a time for unbridled indulgence in all the propensities that actuate the true bred, genial and jolly sportsman. The incidents of the day, thus far, had been sufficient to furnish material for all sorts of sparkling sallies, which were mostly aimed at your good-natured correspondent.  Of course, it was wholly my generosity that gave Bertham a chance at the wildcat! Nervous? who said anybody was nervous? That shot in the dirt was the fault of that confounded mechanic who put the weapon together and manipulated the lock to pull at a good deal less than the regulation three pounds. Of course, it was. Why certainly. No buck fever in this crowd — oh! no! This might have continued indefinitely had not Buxton suddenly started and run up the bank of the river, soon followed by the whole party. We had learned on first reaching them that Buxton and the hounds had started a doe, but had lost him in the river and the chase had been given over, they supposing that they had seen her tracks up the eastern bank, indicating that she had crossed and was probably on her way to the lake. Buxton had seen some circling ripples in the water up near a bend in the river above us, which was the cause of his sudden start. On arriving at the bend, it was evident that something had been agitating the water, though nothing could be seen. It might have been a duck starting up, or a muskrat. Buxton, meantime, had made his way to the foot of the bank, and was looking intently at a small pile of rubbish which had lodged on a snag near the middle of the river. As this game, whatever it might turn out to be, belonged of right to Buxton and Mr. Mills, we did not interfere. Buxton called on Mr. Mills to put a charge of buckshot in that clump of rubbish, which he did, and immediately a doe's head came to the surface and turned for the opposite shore. Another charge did not stop her. The water now shallowed, and as she was making a final plunge for a foothold, a ball from Buxton's rifle laid her over as quiet as a lamb. Buxton paddled over on a log and towed her across, when we all set to and had her hung-up and dressed in short order. We now had a short rest at the fire, and then for home. Within forty-eight hours from that moment I was treading again the stones on Broadway, but with a lighter step than I had known for years, being now resolved that another hunting season — Providence permitting— will find me once more in Michigan, and with the same genial and kindly companions. Finally, I would say that the articles I took with me all served admirably, and I would duplicate them on another trip, but with the addition, I think, of a good breech-loading shot gun, for the smaller game is so plenty as to be an aggravation unless one has the means of bagging it. After my next trip I trust I may feel sufficiently initiated to abandon the cognomen of Greenhorn.

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War Yankee - Overland Overland.10: Bad Intelligence Discover the fate of Harry Wilson's cavalry division and why it was absent during the opening hours of the Battle of the Wilderness. Overview It's noon on May 5th, 1864 -- Greenhorn cavalry officer Brigadier General James Harrison "Harry" Wilson started the Overland Campaign with high expectations. Now, after a series of tactical shortcomings and conflicting orders, his actions have allowed rebel forces to approach the Union army almost undetected. To make matters worse, Wilson's entire cavalry division -- over 3,000 men and horses -- are missing. No one has seen or heard from Wilson since 5:00 AM. With the Orange Plank Road now engulfed by an endless column of Confederate infantry, Grant and Meade are desperate to know: Where the hell is Harry Wilson's Cavalry Division? Quotes "My pickets report nothing new from the enemy this morning." -- Brig.Gen. James Harrison Wilson's last message to Maj.Gen Meade, 5:00 AM, May 5th, 1864 Support the War Yankee Podcast Every episode is a work of passion that requires a lot of coffee. I research, read, visit, host, mix, edit, and produce every episode myself. I would greatly appreciate it if you could do two things for me: 1. Send me a quick note of encouragement at thewaryankee@gmail.com. This keeps me going when times get tough! 2. If you enjoy this podcast, please consider supporting the show by buying me a cup of coffee (or two)! War Yankee Supports American Battlefield Trust The American Battlefield Trust knows that there is no substitute for experiencing history in the places where it actually took place and has worked to become the only national organization working to save America's historic battlefields today and discover how you can help preserve American history forever. Join me in the fight to save our nation's historic battlefields by visiting the American Battlefield Trust website at battlefields.org. War Yankee Telegraph Department Email Us: THE waryankee AT GMAIL DOT com All our Show Notes: waryankee.com Notable Resources: waryankee.com/resources/ Buy Me a Coffee - Support the Show Good Maps: Union Army Actions in The Wilderness (May 5th, 1864) All our Episodes: waryankee.libsyn.com War Yankee - Overland Gagglepod - Once Told, Shared Forever War Yankee is a Gagglepod Production. Learn more at gagglepod.com.

This week's Free story comes from the Life as a Martian Collection It's called Chapter One: The Anomaly in Greenhorn When the Nebraska family lands in Greenhorn, there's a lot they don't know — including the fact that they are Martians sent to Earth as undercover researchers. As they become accustomed to their new town, they study the local culture and even shuttle their youngest son to a podcast camp where he hosts a new show ... and reveals their true identity. Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions? Ideas? Requests? Email us! customerservice@sparklestories.com Enjoy!

This week's Free story comes from the Life as a Martian Collection It's called Chapter One: The Anomaly in Greenhorn When the Nebraska family lands in Greenhorn, there's a lot they don't know — including the fact that they are Martians sent to Earth as undercover researchers. As they become accustomed to their new town, they study the local culture and even shuttle their youngest son to a podcast camp where he hosts a new show ... and reveals their true identity. Each week on the Sparkle Stories Podcast, we share a free story from one of our original story series! For many many many more stories like this one, visit the Sparkle website: www.sparklestories.com Questions? Ideas? Requests? Email us! customerservice@sparklestories.com Enjoy!

Because of how it's chartered, the ghost town of Greenhorn remained an incorporated city even when its population was zero — but it couldn't defend its city hoosegow from the midnight raiders of Canyon City one summer night. (Greenhorn City, Baker County; 1960s) (For text and pictures, see http://offbeatoregon.com/1505d.greenhorn-smallest-city-jail-stolen-340.html)

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Ashton and Chris talk about their golf plans for Chris's move to Oregon (An exciting forecast of Coos Bay, Bandon Dunes and more!). They also chat about a recent encounter with a Billy Ho type golfer, and Chris's 36 at Copper Valley and Greenhorn Creek.

Welcome! In this series I talk to filmmakers and entertainment professionals to find out what it takes to get a script from page to screen. Episodes will release every Monday in May, starting May 3rd. Learn more about the show @HollywoodGreenhorn on Instagram and @GreenhornPod on Twitter. Music originally composed by onemansymphony.com

Heute gibt es die geballte Power MiM! Die ganze Truppe vereint für den großen 1st Round Mock! Die Teams sind wild gemischt, Tobi ist wohl der Mocker schlechthin und mit Flo ein richtiges "Greenhorn" in Sachen Mock Drafts! Sicherlich ein Blick in die Glaskugel, aber mit ordentlich Hirnschmalz! Also reinhören und genießen! Habt Ihr auch so Bock auf die Draft Night wie wir? Hier findet Ihr uns auf Twitter! MiM Flo Ralf Steve Tarik & Tobi

Aniž by to věděl, projde Old Shatterhand (budeme používat toto jméno, i když ho v této fázi příběhu ještě nezískal) všemi zkouškami, které na něj připravil puškař Henry. Nic tedy nebrání tomu, aby se spolu se Samem Hawkensem a dalšími vydal na Západ vyměřovat železniční trať. Čte Kryštof Nohýnek

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Old Shatterhand se (ještě pod svým občanským jménem) vydává do Saint Louis, kde se potkává s puškařem Henrym. Netuší jak toto setkání, i obě jeho pušky – medvědobijka a právě vyráběná opakovačka – pro něj budou v budoucnosti důležité. Nejslavnější indiánský příběh o přátelství, čestnosti a odvaze náčelníka Apačů Vinnetoua a jeho bílého bratra Old Shatterhanda právě začíná. Čte Kryštof Nohýnek

On this episode I got to have a long conversation with Jenarchy about growing up in Florida, making music with her friends, touring and recording with War On Women and taking stand up comedy lessons. Music by War On Women, NOMORE, Jenarchy, and Greeenhorn. Check out the full playlist at www.crustymedia.ca/podcast

DOB and EOF present 2021's first Spring Training podcast! David, who's reporting from Florida, shares his first impressions from Braves camp (2:00). The two cover young arms who have flashed promise through the first week of action, including Huascar Ynoa (15:30). Who are the candidates to fill bench roles (18:00)? Cristian Pache is finally ready (19:15). Who will back up Travis d'Arnaud (26:15) and what were David's takeaways from Drew Smyly and Ian Anderson's first outings (31:30)? Also, why will Smyly be an interesting watch this year? Greenhorn, Michael Harris, has wowed at Spring Training (57:00) and Acuna looks FIT (1:02:30). Follow David on Twitter: @DOBrienATL Follow Eric on Twitter: @EOF34 Join The Athletic for just $3.99 a month! Visit: theathletic.com/755isreal Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A must listen is you consume any social ail media   Mr Gordon Greenhorn joining the chaps, for a discussion on the the creative and technical parts of picture and videography. as trainers and just as people that consume social media, there are endless tasks that go into the making of your video, to make content look better, to get more reach and so you do not sound or look like an idiot. Gordon has made the step from Personal trainer into content and creative videographer. we discuss the dos, don'ts, equipment that is a must have; and maybe stuff to not bother with.    enjoy the Scottish accent as well.    

Welcome to the Cook 'N' Goals show, today we talk to Marcus Field who is aiming to fundamentally change the way in which high school students plan for the future. He has started and closed his own digital marketing agency and is now building a virtual work experience and in person tutoring business. We discuss his vision, experiences of learning at school and   having a growth mindset. Enjoy. Daily Grind - https://cookn96.wixsite.com/thedailygrind The Cooks Community - https://cookn96.wixsite.com/thecookscommunity

Tommy's plans for hitting the big time in London are scuppered when he falls afoul of Dymphna's parents.  An early morning rendezvous goes awry and Tommy dines on gunmetal for breakfast.  Forced up the aisle at gunpoint, his dreams of stardom crumble as he takes up his butcher's knives and mourns his now lost future. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/stephenduffy-author/message

This week Zilla Grimm contenues his talks with the crew on, what got them into the Kaiju fandom! Our brother JJ gives us his prospective as someone new to the ganre. thanks for listening! follow us on instagram: https://bit.ly/2Vhjfth Check us out on Twitter : https://bit.ly/2Vp5ybw Like us on Facebook:https://bit.ly/32lv0jX --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/on-the-brain-ent/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/on-the-brain-ent/support

Snyder's commentary on the Krypton prologue Escape pod into the Debbie Sue ship at sea Greenhorn Clark roaming like Superman: Earth One Can you push Superman down? Clark's natural instinct to help Follow @JLUPodcast on Twitter https://www.patreon.com/JLUPodcast

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Lois begins her hunt for the alien that saved her life. Guest Commentator: Alex Maniscalco

“Greenhorn” braves the harsh environment that comes with being a crab fisherman. Guest Commentator: Johnie Powers