Spend a delightful evening enthralled by the true and captivating experiences of this city lady who at age 80 spent one full year on her mountain mining claim and faced the challenges of a vastly different life.

    In O Rugged Land of Gold share the triumph of a woman -- alone, injured, pregnant -- on a remote Alaskan island in winter. "I was furious.  If I had a gun, I'd have shot them dead.  Those lazy, stupid men kept right on going and left me alone.  Not once had they looked in my direction, and me needing help so bad.  I was so mad at them that I cussed.  I screamed cusses at them until I was hoarse.  I said all the bad words I had ever heard in all my life, and I invented some new ones, too.  I wished the tow-line would break and they would lose every last log; wished their old logs would go to China.  I stood up and shook my fist at the disappearing boat.   When it had gone from sight, I dropped down and cried.  I shed tears of helpless rage and of utter defeat."... "An old bear came and sniffed me.  He really did.  It was in the first gray of dawn.  I had dozed, and the sound of him coming roused me.  I kept perfectly still, hardly breathing, and straining my ears and eyes to learn what and where the sound was.  Then I smelled him and knew for certain it was a bear.  All the primitive instincts of fear within me were aroused.  My heart pounded in my throat, and I could feel my flesh creep.  I drew myself up and made myself little and tight.  I kept still as death."

    He sold his London flat and moved his wife and Great Dane to a cottage in Devon. Scraping together every penny they could, they bought 20 acres of scruffy but beautiful land and established a self sufficient smallholding.Follow Simon's journey from urbanite to farmer in this heartwarming, poignant and laugh-out-loud true story. It will have you yearning to find your own piece of the good life.

    Tougias' journey begins when he buys a remote mountain-top cabin in the hopes of becoming a real "mountain man," and gets much more than he bargained for. Misadventure follows calamity in his encounters with wildlife, the locals, and nature. In There's a Porcupine in My Outhouse, Tougias reveals his deepening respect for and connection to the natural world and how this transforms his ideas on all aspects of life. As his love of the outdoors grows, so does his feeling of responsibility and stewardship toward the environment. A funny, honest, and personal account, this is the perfect book for anyone who loves the outdoors and loves to laugh.

    Or better yet, read them at night by headlamp while camped in one of the park’s beautiful campgrounds, listening to wolves howling in the distance—and are you sure it’s really wolves? Fly-fishing guide Rusty Wilson, known as the World's Greatest Bigfoot Story Teller, has spent years collecting these tales from his clients around the campfire, stories guaranteed to make sure you won‘t want to go out after dark. Come read about a most unusual occupation in Yellowstone’s harsh winters—join an ambitious couple who decide to start a bed and breakfast in the park only to discover they’re not particularly wanted—go along on a fantastic vision quest deep in the heart of Yellowstone’s highest mountains—come soak in the eerie Boiling River at night—ride along with a snowplow driver for a most unique experience on Yellowstone’s wintry roads—witness a Bigfoot tragedy in the making near Old Faithful—experience strange inexplicable events while hiking in the backcountry—help a wildlife biologist with a most unusual and hair-raising task—then read about the strange Yellowstone Fog and the secrets it holds. But be sure you’re not alone in the woods while reading these stories, and whatever you do, don’t go hiking by yourself! Another great book from Rusty Wilson, Bigfoot expert and storyteller—tales for both the Bigfoot believer and those who just enjoy a good story.

    It does not take a break. If at all there is any change then it is in the form of high tide or overflowing. It is always on the side of worsening. Whenever there are more mouths to feed, a lot of people around this struggle reaches to peak. Whenever sharing land and food becomes inevitable, resistance is unavoidable. Confrontation is at its worst when someone tries to intrude our caste and our system and then tries to break through the impregnable walls of society. Those who are really able to speak, often blurt out their anger and antagonism through words. Those who are not able to speak out, reflect their love and hatred through actions, body language and so on. Once struggle starts, it takes a hideous form. Words appear to be deficient. Weapons take place of words then. Whenever there is a shortage of weapons, then often tusks and nails are used in place. Struggle envelopes everything.

    The list also being accepted by the Irish Republic when it became independent. For most of that time a Pierrepoint was nominated as the official executioner. The Pierrepoints have been, in succession, Henry Albert Pierrepoint, his brother Thomas William, and Henry’s son.Albert Pierrepoint became an executioner in 1931, at the age of 27, and resigned his office as Official Executioner in 1956. In 1949 he gave extensive evidence to the Royal Commission on Capital Punishment. He stated to the Commission: “I have operated on behalf of the state, what I am convinced was the most humane and the most dignified of meting out death to a delinquent – however justified or unjustified the allotment of death may be – and on behalf of humanity I trained other nations to adopt the British system of execution. It is fact which is of no source of pride to me at all – it is simply history – that I carried out the executions of more judicial sentences of death than any executioner in any British record or archive.”This autobiography now offers a documentary record of his experience, which in retrospect he summed up as follows: “I do not now believe that any of the hundreds of executions I carried out has in any way acted as a deterrent against further murder. Capital punishment, in my view, achieved nothing except revenge.

    Now Linwood was hauling fish guts to the woods for burial, answering distress calls from women in the ladies’ room who found themselves without toilet paper, and standing in leaky chest-waders pounding dock posts into the lake bottom.The chores weren’t so bad, especially when he could help his father, who had been a commercial artist before he bought his way into the tourist business. And in other ways, it was a good life for a boy. He had wheels (a John Deere riding mower), a small aluminum boat with a 9.5-horsepower outboard and only one speed (fast), and Chipper, a dog that chased boats the way other dogs chase cars, sometimes with catastrophically comic results. Linwood also had access to The Chart, a cottage reservations list that was, for him, a guide to the arrivals and departures of the guests’ teenaged daughters. Summer romances could be as intense as they were heartbreaking.When he was sixteen, an unexpected tragedy changed Linwood’s life again. His older brother, Rett, helped out as best he could, but he was wrestling with demons of his own – often withdrawing into his own complicated inner world. Linwood found an extended family in the resort’s guests, who lent him a hand, and shaped him into the man he would become. His mother’s eccentricities (she quit driving to shame the police for having given her a ticket) made Linwood’s new responsibilities heavier than they might otherwise have been. When he finally decided to move away from Green Acres to make a separate life, she made it as difficult as possible for him.In the midst of all this, Linwood found his vocation, and mentors, too, in Margaret Laurence, and in Kenneth Millar, who (under the pen name Ross MacDonald) wrote a highly successful series of detective novels.In this memoir, Linwood Barclay looks back with humour, sadness, and affection on the singular circumstances of his coming of age.

    Whether he was trying to geld a spooked stallion in a blizzard or foundhimself in the middle of an all-out fracas involving a monkey’s abscessed toothand a shotgun, he took it in stride, with great affection for both hisfour-legged patients and his two-legged clients.

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    Inspired by this experience, as well as his love of the outdoors, Guay became a game warden and certified K9 handler, beginning a successful career that would span twenty-five years and see him establish canine units as a staple of the game warden service.Guay takes readers into the patient, watchful world of a warden catching poachers and protecting pristine wilderness, and the sometimes CSI-like reconstruction of deer- and moose-poaching scenes. Guay searches for lost hunters and hikers, estimating that over the years, he has pulled more than two hundred bodies out of Maine’s north woods. His frequent companion is a little brown lab named Reba, who can find discarded weapons, ejected shells, hidden fish, and missing people.A Good Man with a Dog explores Guay’s life as he and his canine partners are exposed to increasingly terrible events, from tracking down hostile poachers to searching for victims of violent crimes, including a year-long search for the hidden graves of two babies buried by a Massachusetts cult. He witnessed firsthand FEMA’s mismanagement of the post-Katrina cleanup efforts in New Orleans, an experience that left him scarred and disheartened. But he found hope with the support of family and friends, and eventually returned to the woods he knew and loved from the days of his youth.

    Dr. Brock gives you an intimate look into his small-town and big-hearted perspective on life, animals, and their owners. His unique perspective and tales of doctoring beloved pets, cantankerous livestock, and occasionally their owners will make you smile, laugh, cry, and evoke every other emotion under the sun.Introduction. Otis, or Why I became a veterinarian --Family --West Texas integrity --Mentors, colleagues, and peers --Veterinary (mis)adventures --Adventures in the field --Cowboys, old men, and oddballs --Cowgirls and old women --Look for the moments --Unconditional love --Leonard --About the author

    A light-hearted book about small-town life in the golden twenties.

    

    Clocking over 200,000 miles of travel each year to zoos, circuses, and marinelands, he takes the reader with him on the world's most exotic "grand rounds." Along the way he introduces a host of unforgettable animal personalities--including Cuddles, the killer whale with a taste for Guinness stout; Jo-Jo, the overly affectionate gorilla; Mary, the elephant with a toothache; and Henry, the motorcycling chimp.Dr. Taylor approaches his calling with the ingenuity of a pioneer, for though wild animals are afflicted with many of the same ailments as humans their treatment often raises special problems. He has learned how to anaesthetize a giraffe without letting the animal injure its fragile neck in a fall, how to enlist the cooperation of a frightened pachyderm who must undergo an operation, and how to administer an enema to an enraged Siberian tiger. He recounts the hilarious story of the night he transported a whale overland with the aid of several thousand popsicles when no ice was to be found, and the difficulties of performing the first Caesarean ever done on a zebra while coping with his own allergy to the animal.