Blogger help

Anyone out there who can tell me why the new format does not reproduce paragraphs? There were supposed to be about five in the post below!

Also having a bit of trouble scrolling up and down in the box you compose the post in. Any advice appreciated. I use up- to- date Firefox…

UPDATE:Thanks Chas & Cat!

Blogging resumes, if briefly…

Busy but I THINK done with the Eagle Book (real cover coming) and in a routine with the Book of Books; the latest descriptive if uninspired title is Bodio’s Choice; One Hundred essential Hunting and Fishing Books; (“through the Ages? “From X to Y”?) Plus getting our local art press, or rather Laurie Gregg and her Village Press, on board to help with illos for what we will now refer to as “100”– examples of possibles coming. Also visits, overlapping, from brother in law George Graham (below at our ruin– more “TK”) and old Montana friend, fine gunmaker and writer Steve Hughes, whom we haven’t seen for years, AND St Patrick’s day at the Spur, and setting up The Chicken with a gravel nest ledge to see if she might lay eggs (she is courting me), and a session at the range for George, and …

It has left me little time. A bunch of photos and links coming up & more soon.

An Accidental Cowboy, Barking Backward

I have always found people with multiple passions more interesting than single- subject obsessives.

I first became aware of Jameson Parker… well, a LONG time ago, when he starred in our generation’s finest California TV mystery series Simon and Simon, playing the preppier younger brother and partner in a PI business to Gerald McRaney’s Marine veteran and hipster in an uncharacteristically smart show, written with a light touch that never quite forgot the darkness that lurks beneath SoCal’s sunny surface.

After the show I heard about his involvement in various projects. Apparently he was a hunter and bird dog man, and knowledgeable about guns — despite his California antecedents, no surprise, because my friends and I had discovered one of the secret delights of S & S was that everyone used appropriate guns, and handled them as though they used them off-set as well. Somewhere along the line — I don’t remember which happened first — we discovered we had mutual friends, and collaborated on a couple of radio conversations on, naturally, the virtues of various fine shotguns and other sporting matters.

He then wrote a book, an unusual memoir called An Accidental Cowboy. I suspected that I would like it, but it was better than that; not only a fascinating tale about how an educated urban intellectual (forgive me, JP!) suffered through a shocking incident of violence, and somehow not only recovered his equilibrium but became a working cowboy good enough to earn the respect of lifelong professionals. As a westerner who is not a cowboy, but hangs out with plenty of them, I have some idea of how hard that is. He also revealed himself to be a natural writer — as he is also an omnivorous and voracious reader this somehow doesn’t surprise me either. His unpretentious but serious little book is one of my favorite present-day memoirs.

He hasn’t rested on his laurels yet. He has been producing everything from e-books and short stories to editing a book on dead dogs, while hunting and fishing with a passion that can’t endear him to his erstwhile Hollywood comrades. He also writes on western and cowboy matters for the new western magazines that often feature my other literate semi-cowboy colleague, songwriter Tom Russell.

Now he has started a website to among other things sell his various books, and a blog, titled Barking Backward. It’s only been out a short while, but its mixture of literacy, dark humor, and eclectic subjects will I suspect appeal to any fan of Q. Please check it out. And if you have the slightest interest in why someone with impeccable establishment roots might want to become a cowboy, or if you just like horse work, get yourself a copy of An Accidental Cowboy.

Update and Apologies

Sorry all– slow typing plus two books to finish plus a mag deadline plus training a hawk plus a dog with iffy health- Lashyn has developed diabetes, finally coming under control– do not make for plentiful posting. Too much chaos, for good as well as ill, but chaos nonetheless. The dogs are nervous– even Perfect Princess Ataika is staying in her well- appointed bunker, though she is keeping a look out…

Today’s posts will lean heavily on photos but I hope will entertain…

Tiger Reading

John Vaillant did a reading last night at Riverrun Books in Portsmouth, New Hampshire for his wonderful new book on Amur tigers, poachers, and rangers. I had participated in part by reviewing The Tiger here.

I’ll let him configure the whole tale for you, but Dr Hypercube was the pivotal figure, and blogged it here. Suffice to say that an amazing crew of nature and travel writers were brought together via the web- the Doctor, Sy Montgomery (who wrote the OTHER great tiger book, The Spell of the Tiger), and Elizabeth Marshall Thomas ( The Old Way, among other fine books). I wish I had been there, but the next best thing was when Vaillant , livestreaming his excellent talk, waved at the camera to “Steve Bodio in New Mexico”.

L to R: Vaillant, Sy, the Doctor, Liz.

Back to Blogging

Slowly. Until I tame the voice dictation software graciously given me by a friend the two hardest things to do are typing (five typos a line!)and cramped arthritic handwriting. Small movements are affected more than big ones.

Though those lost ground too, I am gaining. A bike provided by another friend and a membership in the Magdalena gym (!– thanks to Mark Churchill for the suggestion) are helping. Let’s hope strength comes back– I am one of those writers who seems to need to walk to write– “solvitur ambulando” in Bruce Chatwin’s elegant borrowing– and I cannot without great effort or for long– yet. But I have good specialist doc, the best in NM (female, usually more of a fit for me), a good PT instructor (a Mormon cowboy from Wyoming) and a gym guy with the personality of a drill instructor and all are optimistic.

Other plans: short range waiting- on hawking with the Barb-teita (GS gone to a friend– two mile chases a problem). Acquiring an Aplo for car hawking– more when I know more. More hawking with dogs than long courses. More doves at waterholes than quail at 8000 feet. Deer at waterholes as well, and more organic lamb and barren ewe from my friend Pieter’s local Dunhill ranch (posted about before– search if you want pix– too hard for HTML right now). Free elk from guides and wardens. Maybe a more efficient wood stove than our eighty- plus year old cookstove with its breadbox size log chamber!

Cutting down pigeon numbers but specializing in ones I can breed and sell, especially our “new” North American (“thief”) Pouter. More on this as they evolve.

I WILL get by. Oh and– all fly rods and a little hardy Perfect reel for sale at Jim Adams’ in Berkeley CA. Two are unused spey rods- read about speys in the Spring 2010 Fly Rod and Reel. I’m continuing to fish bait for carp & catfish– much easier.

Posts will be short for a while–pix (birds, guns) and a book and website review for John and Eileen Barsness’s excellent new stuff– but I am back.

Resume blogging..

Been a long winter and everything– Irb’s accident, heavy snow and darkness (good for the land but not for the “SAD” mood): possible new project work; NO movement on other projects; even arthritis: all have contributed to a lack of things to say and desire to blog.

But lengthening days, recovering dogs, conditioning hawks (Using OPC to get BB to accept the hood)– MOVEMENT is starting to wake up my mind. So– slowly– blogging resumes.

Thanks to Cat for minding the store and much more, and Sy Montgomery for among myriad things for reading my archives and saying the whole project remains worthwhile.

I will follow with saved- up links (some rather old), discovered blogs, a pic of Irb, and still another Mauser. Be patient, and thanks.


A couple of weeks ago my mouse and keyboard failed. When I replaced them I realized I needed to update the software. Our Mac guy in Socorro installed all that but then decided to clean its gritty interior.Bad idea– when he put it back together it refused to start.

He sent it to a Mac place in Albuquerque where they informed him that our ten year old EMac was “obsolete” and that they wouldn’t fix it. Two more said the same.

He persisted and found a fellow who worked on “legacy” Macs. Who found he couldn’t fix it and recommended we get a used modern IMac, at which point he would transplant the data to it from the old hard drive.

Then he called and said it wasn’t working. I went to the bar.

Next morning, fortunately, he had figured it out. So I am back in business, with an enormous backlog of both blog material and work. I will be catching up for days I expect, but I am back!