Pop Cliff

A scary morning and a bear on the trail Our view down the cut, from the crest of the mountain, was straight from a postcard. Where we were, at the tree-line, there weren’t any tall trees – well, they were twenty or thirty feet tall, but not tall tall, as […]

My First Bear Hunt – Bear on the Trail   Recently updated !

A week-long bear hunting trip The dirt road leading up Pott’s Mountain was so crooked that if you spit out the front window it would come right back in the rear window. At least that’s what Pop Cliff said. Even worse, if you stepped out the passenger side of the […]

My First Bear Hunt   Recently updated !

A 5-gal can and a million bees I was screaming for Mom-mom at the top of my lungs as I ran for the front door. Flailing at the swarming horde as I tried to outrun them to reach the safety of the house, my little seven-year-old legs were pumping for […]

One Me and a Million Bees   Recently updated !

Big Hammer and Little Fingers “Just hold it still, I’m not going to hit you,” Pop said. Sure, my heart says I can trust him, but my head is saying, “No way, that’s a 16-pound sledge he’s swinging at my fingers.” I just couldn’t keep from flinching, so we had […]

Hold Still, I Won’t Hit You   Recently updated !

Pulling crabs and fooling gulls “Pop! Twenty-eight Dollars. Look, I got twenty-eight dollars for them.” I was breathless, I never had this much money in my life. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe somebody would pay that much for them. I could get some more tomorrow. I could be […]

The Seagulls and The Crabs   Recently updated !

The dog and Mom-mom’s heart pills “Is he dead Pop?” I asked, tears in my eyes. There was a wetness to Pop’s eyes too, as he gently laid him on the back seat. He didn’t look hurt. There wasn’t any blood or stuff like that. But he wasn’t moving either. […]

Is He Dead Pop?   Recently updated !

The Chicken and the match! “The chicken did it,” I sobbed. Over and over, as my little six-year-old body was wracked with burning pain, that’s all I could say, “The chicken did it.” Mom Grace tried to calm me down so she could examine my leg, but I didn’t want […]

The Chicken Did It!   Recently updated !

Boy's feet with spit
My first rifle and Pop’s Redman’s “No Pop! Stop!,” I pleaded, and he did, until the next time. There was always a next time. For the next eight years, I lived on guard for the “next time.” But I could usually count on a little “serves you right” satisfaction most […]

The Rifle and Redman’s   Recently updated !

My first summer with Pop Cliff Dad dropped me off on the very first day of summer vacation. I had just finished the First Grade, I was six years old, and I was going to spend the whole summer with Pop Cliff and Mom Grace. They lived in a two-story […]

The First Summer with Pop Cliff   Recently updated !

The Tree Line We were working our way back to camp along what was left of an old logging road, which wasn’t much more than a couple of ruts overgrown with knee-high underbrush, cutting along a natural shelf, close to the tree line, just at the top of the mountain. […]

Pop Cliff – The Introduction   Recently updated !