tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012091795932325815.post8363036705732776644..comments2018-11-29T21:54:37.049-06:00Comments on Watch Out For The Bull: The Story About That RockRichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11412944120622315804noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012091795932325815.post-20935896681021965682014-04-16T14:01:19.098-05:002014-04-16T14:01:19.098-05:00Every quarter section around here was homesteaded ...Every quarter section around here was homesteaded in the Land Run and had families with a bunch of kids living on each one of those homesteads up until the '40's, so I'd guess that there isn't much that hasn't already been seen by someone else. <br /><br />Although, I'm not sure if my grandfather would recognize some areas anymore if he was still alive. Compared to fifty or a hundred years ago, I'd bet that everything looks different with the trees and brush growing up, tornadoes roaring through and scrambling everything, etc. <br /><br />Plus, my grandfather and his brothers used to find arrowheads in the fields after they had been plowing, so it had probably been inhabited in one way or another for thousands of years. <br /><br />That's one of the reasons it hasn't been bulldozed, because it's probably been witness to a whole lot of human activity. <br /><br />I've never thought of naming any rocks (besides "that stupid #$%!**& rock, making me think I've got a dead cow"), there are enough rocks and ledges scattered around the farm that I couldn't keep track of all of them, and I've found that rocks tend to hold a grudge forever if you forget their names.Richhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11412944120622315804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012091795932325815.post-35720008794684967272014-04-16T07:58:30.734-05:002014-04-16T07:58:30.734-05:00I'm always wondering that too. How long has it...I'm always wondering that too. How long has it been since someone else stepped foot here? Down in NE Arkansas, there is a hike I like to do where I do a traverse off trail around a ridge and off the backside of a mountain. There is a rim of rock about 60 feet tall around the entire backside except for one narrow crack in the wall where dirt has eroded over the years and created a perfect natural ramp down the crack where I can just squeeze through if I take my pack off and suck in my gut. Over the years I've named that crack after my family surname. Have you ever named your rock?Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13214319366049620074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012091795932325815.post-23111223045016250202014-04-15T22:13:09.301-05:002014-04-15T22:13:09.301-05:00There have been lots of times when I've wanted...There have been lots of times when I've wanted to bulldoze something around here into oblivion, so it's probably a good thing I don't have a bulldozer [yet]. :)<br /><br />That is a very cool rock. I love hiking in the woods here and discovering big boulders deep in the woods. I always wonder how many years it has been since anyone else has seen them. 10? 25? 1000? Ronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13630929746033282061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2012091795932325815.post-63559401584111713742014-04-15T20:33:15.361-05:002014-04-15T20:33:15.361-05:00Your story of the rock reminds me of a friend I ha...Your story of the rock reminds me of a friend I had who had a mannequin on his back porch. Every time I came striding in through the porch door I would catch sight of it through the corner of my vision and my insides would jump. Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13214319366049620074noreply@blogger.com