2009-11-7 CONT. Welcome home, dear hearts, welcome home.

1922 hours. Yesterday’s news early edition was fairly mild. I’m almost to the point where I could ask the Creator for a few minutes of boredom. I’m afraid to ask for fear boredom would be worse than the chaos that occurs around here almost daily…

I’m back to packing the .38 on my hip again!

I DO believe KK has really gotten the right idea about me.. She calls me MMM. Magnetic Mountain Maven! Emphasis being on the word ‘magnetic’… No, I am not bragging or blowing my own horn! Just a statement of fact!

Remember that I was talking about Mr.A yesterday? Hang on to that thot while you read the rest of today’s news… lololol

Ok… now grab some coffee or tea or what ever you want… sit back and relax and try to follow the following… lololol

I am back here in the apartment working on the news… Spud is sprawled on the bed behind me snoring up a storm of his own.

Then all hell breaks loose… Viva is alarm barking! Spud comes up off the bed and races for the back door. I follow Spud down the hall. He goes out the back door and I head for the side door. NW corner of house is where the doggy alarms are going off.

Viva is looking up the road. I hear a man’s voice…loudly saying ‘help me’ groans follow… I yell…”Do you need help?” Groaning voice answers ‘yes’. I yell I’ll be right back.

I come in house… go to phone.. call Richmond 911. Relay the info I have. Grab pistol and strap it on; grabbed the keys and out the door I go again.

I drive up to the ‘new neighbors’ drive way, pull in and shut off the truck. I am watching the dogs and listening. The dogs go down to the creek and come back up several times. I call and call. No response… I wait.

I watch the dogs… I call out again. Nothing! I wait and listen. I hear nothing. I call out several times. Still nothing.

I am standing in the middle of the road, very slowly turning in circle..listening.

Two rounds are fired behind me…To the northwest of the cemeteries. I yell to fire one round if you need help. Nothing!

Then a single round is fired from Mr. A’s location opposite the second cemetery. Hmmmm…. Then I hear what sounds like Mr. A war whooping and squalling. Well, ratz! Is Mr. A tormenting the lil old lady again?

I climb into the truck and come home. I call Richmond back and give them an update. Trooper will continue this direction anyway.

Half an hour to 45 minutes later, I have a KY trooper passing my driveway. Without my knowing, my address has been changed and now has a letter added to it.

Wonderful! Now there are two 413 Allen roads! On Monday, I’ll need to call the post office and ask Doug what IS my address? Lolol He ought to love this question… I can hear him now… Oh dear!

Trooper returns! Pulls in drive… I ask if he wants me to put pistol away. Tpr shakes head no.. I tell him what I have observed/heard.

Tpr tells me that Mr. A is not the guilty party this time. Mr. A was taken to Lexington hospital late Friday nite after being stabbed! Then who did I hear at his trailer…who fired the rounds… who did the crazy sounds and war whooping? Sheesh!

Tpr says he will check at Mr. A’s and then leaves… heads up the road to check things out. A neighbor, Clayton has followed the Trooper here.

Clayton, who lives a mile down stream, had a meeting with a hunter out behind his place earlier. Guy was in camo’s, wearing hunting orange cap and vest. Carrying a 30-30 or a 30-06 with heavy duty scope. Hunter says he is hunting rabbits (?) and had shot a deer. It was the deer that Clayton had heard… A deer which was moaning and groaning (?) sounding like a wounded man… Deer don’t moan and groan when dying. I double checked with Anna and a couple of local hunters.

However, an injured/dying bear does make those sounds. That’s all I need… a wounded bear in the neighborhood. Any wounded animal is a danger but a wounded and angry bear is the worst. I heard a man’s voice though and I understood what he was saying.

No, there was no search for a possible victim.

I sat down finally on the front porch with the dogs. Just me and the dogs.. I think. Tomorrow, I will sit out front again and watch for circling buzzards. Yes, they do circle and yes, they do roost down wind from the holler.

I did see some of my flyguys today. Oh my, did I get flashed! I cracked up.. God love ‘em they make my days go better. Oh yeah!

I think I am worn out… Later all of mine… take care and go in safety always. Remember to keep an eye and ear out for the injured critter! Safety first!

Many hugs and much love… lots of lafter… meems