Best Day Ever… so far

Yesterday was the “Best day ever… so far for good reason but I need to start from the beginning.

Three days ago I met up with a couple that I was buying a small table from. The sale originated on FB Marketplace while I was searching for book shelves along with anything else that would help us get our “Storage Store” up and running.

We met in the parking lot of a local business and proceeded with the deal on the table along with some friendly conversation about buying and selling and then it happened. The question I get asked quite frequently which is “Do you use cannabis?”

Of course my answer is always yes to that question since I am a card carrying medical cannabis user.

From there the conversation was all about our personal experiences with the new cannabis laws and the state run dispensaries when suddenly the gentleman asked me if I was getting my meds delivered to my front door.

I knew there was a way to get delivery if you lived in or close to one of the big cities but since we live in the far western tip of Maryland I always figured there was no way to get this service.

It turns out I should have checked into the possibilities back then because there really is a way to get your cannabis delivered if you live anywhere in Maryland except the Eastern Shore and some parts of southern Maryland.

So today I am sitting here waiting for a confirmation call or text letting me know my order is on its way to my front door. O HAPPY DAY!!!

It is time for everyone to embrace cannabis for the medicine that it really is and the fact that I can have it delivered to my door is proof we are headed in the right direction.

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Found a Nugget Digging a Grave

This story is the first of many that I will be publishing here that have to do with the old west and gold mining around the 49er era. They are all unique in the fact that, even though they are printed here in their original form, no credit can be given to the original authors due to the source where they were found.

I was living in an active gold camp along the Stanislaus River outside of Columbia California in 2013 when I found these stories in a book in a store. When I ask the price of the book I was told since it was a 2nd printing from 1897 it wasn’t for sale but I was invited to read it and copy some of the contents.

I spent a lot of time at the store every week when I made my usual trip to town for supplies. Since most of the stories are fairly short I was able to copy almost the entire book and I believe it is time to share them in a different format for everyone to enjoy.

Now on to the first story on the list.

“Found A Nugget Digging A Grave”

In a manner very reminiscent of the old western movie “Paint Your Wagon” – this great find was made when digging a grave. This is an exciting story connected with the finding of the Oliver Martin nugget, one of the largest ever found in California, which sold for $22,700, after it had earned $10,000 from exhibition in various parts of the country (the value would make the weight very nearly 1100 ounces of gold).

Although a young man, Oliver Martin was little better than a tramp. He spent his time in doing odd jobs and drinking whiskey around the mining camps of Yuba, Tuolumne, El Dorado and Calaveras counties. He didn’t even own a pan, much less a rocker or long torn. One of his close companions was John Fowler, who was equally shiftless and dissipated.

One night in November, 1854, the two were on their way from Benton’s bar over the Grizzly Mountains to Camp Corona, the spot made famous in literature by Bret Harte. The fall rains had begun, and the streams were running high. On the night of the 7th, almost stupid with drink, the two sought refuge in a deserted miner’s hut.

During the night a heavy rain, peculiar to the mountain ranges, set in. The water fell in torrents, and came pouring down the precipitous mountain sides. The narrow canyon where Martin and Fowler lay asleep and drunk was soon filled with the rushing waters, which threatened to sweep away the old shack of a building in which they were resting. They were awakened by the water pouring into the cabin, and sought to escape by climbing the steep sides of the canon.

Both men were swept back into the flood and were carried down the stream in the darkness. Martin was washed into a clump of live oaks, and managed to lodge, clinging to the branches until morning, but his friend Fowler was not so lucky and had drowned.

The next day, November 8th, toward noon, when the waters had subsided, Martin secured a pick and shovel, and started to bury his dead companion. He selected a sandy spot at the base of the cliff, and had not dug down two feet when he came upon the nugget.

He made several tests before he could convince himself that it was really gold. The chunk was bigger than a bull’s head, and far too heavy for Martin to carry by himself. He hurried to Camp Corona to secure help. He had some difficulty in persuading anyone to go with him. At last one of the miners consented, but carefully made the statement that he was going to help bury Fowler, and not to carry nuggets, as he, like others in the camp, placed no confidence in Martin’s story.

The chunk weighed eighty pounds and required the combined efforts of Oliver and his assistant to get it to the camp. Before starting back to camp, both men staked claims, Martin, of course, claiming the spot where he had unearthed the big nugget.

As soon as the news of the great find spread, miners flocked in by hundreds, but although the stream was carefully prospected for miles, nothing of any great value was found. Martin considered that his find and the peculiar circumstances attending it was an act of Providence, and he never touched intoxicants thereafter.

With the money he got from the sale of his nugget he went to mining in a business-like manner. Later he was attracted to Yucatan, where he made over half a million in quartz mining. He died in New Orleans a few years ago, leaving a fortune of over a million dollars.

 

Catch-22 is Alive & Well ~ How I Learned To Live With Chronic Pain Without Opioids

In the Spring, my wife, Paula Cas wrote a post about my battle with chronic pain, pain clinics, and opioid use. Catch-22 Is Alive And Well.

Just wanted to post a short update about how things have been going since then.

After a lot of research, trial and error, I have come up with non-Opioid, no prescription treatment for my chronic pain that works for all but my worst pain days … Rainy days or extreme cold.

A high THC strain of Medical Cannabis usually with the colors purple or blue in the name in flower or dab form. I also found a website with high quality hemp based CBD Oil products, 750mg twice a day most days and 1500mg twice a day on bad days, that has been great help for pain and sleep. The final product in my new pain management program is from a company where my wife is involved. Plexus Worldwide offers a product called Nerve and Plexus Ease which has done wonders for my neuropathy.**

I have once again put the back surgeon on hold while I continue t0 do all I can to keep surgery, braces, canes and wheelchairs at bay as long as possible.**

**I am not a health care professional. This article is based on my own experience and is no way meant to be construed as anything other than a sharing of those experiences. As in all matters do your own due diligence and consult your personal physicians.

KDCL Media is BACK!!!

35129637_10212172488975018_6585539802395836416_nToday is a special day just like yesterday and last Sunday night. The reason the word “special” comes to mind is because Paula and I have brought something back to life from the past and it seems to function just as well today as when we put it in mothballs 3 years ago.

That something is KDCL Media, along with And Then Some Again Productions and it can mean only one thing.

The dust has been blown off of the virtual switchboard and we are producing all new Internet Radio shows again.

Today, in just over an hour, we will present our newest show called “Crypto and Then Some…” with a very special guest, Robyn Linn, along with two full hours of nothing but CRYPTO.

We will be covering Bitcoin, the Block Chain, and our experiences with it. Together with Robyn, we will be talking about a group of people who have assembled to take full advantage of the leadership included within the group as we all learn and earn our way to the top.

The link for today’s show is Crypto and Then Some… w/ special guest Robyn Linn and we offer a LIVE chatroom for discussion during the show so won’t you please join us for a very informative 2 hours.

More later…

Thank You and What’s Next

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I want to start this post with a huge THANK YOU to everyone who has taken an interest in my site. The recent growth of my likes and follows is incredible and I feel very fortunate to have so many people that have taken time to pay attention to my blog.

Once again THANK YOU all !!!

On to what’s next.

Over the past weekend it was decided to bring back an old friend. Our first internet radio show took place Sunday night after a long 3 year absence. Before that we had spent 5 years on Blog Talk Radio producing a variety of shows including a trucking show and also a gold mining show.

Our audience at the time numbered well over 280,000 from 18 different countries and was growing rapidly but we had to put the whole thing on hold in mid 2015 for personal reasons.

Today we have multiple reasons to fire up the BTR switchboard and pick up where we left off with the addition of a new topic and show to match.

Continue reading “Thank You and What’s Next”

Spring/Summer Update

First I want to extend a HUGE THANK YOU!!! to all of my new followers. It seems like every day I get 2 or 3 new notifications for people who have decided to pay attention to me and my meanderings. That is VERY COOL !!!

It seems like everything is moving in slow motion ever since I got approved for my SSI. The battle to lock in a monthly check for the rest of my life was a long, hard fought battle between my attorney and me against the federal government but it ended with 1 in the win column for me.

That was over 30 days ago. I was told I could expect my settlement for the back pay owed to me within 30 days. Today I talked to the government and they informed me it would be a total of 60 days which means I might get a chance to have some spending cash for the summer MAYBE next month.

Plans are made for the purchase of a good used motor home for us to travel in while putting our LDMA membership to good use. Lost Dutchman Mining Association has multiple properties set aside for members only to prospect and mine for gold. Most of the properties have quite a bit of gold if you know how to find it.

Lots of plans that will begin when we get the money owed to me so stay tuned for more entries here on my favorite writing platform keeping track of what we are up to along with a story or two to keep it interesting.

More later…

Philmont “77” A Poem by Charles “Danny” Hutson

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Philmont “77” A Poem by Charles “Danny” Hutson

This poem was written by my father in 1977 which was the year me and him had the adventure of a lifetime for a father and son.

My older brother and I were both in the local Boy Scout troop and our father was the Scoutmaster for many years. It was a wonderful arrangement between a father and his sons.

It got even better when I decided to follow in my older brothers footsteps and go to the “high adventure camp” known as Philmont that the Boy Scouts had created in northeastern New Mexico.

During the last training week I attended in northern Virginia one of the leaders had to drop out of the trip and my father was asked if he would be interested.

Of course he said yes and the rest is history.

This poem tells a story. It is a story about a man and a small group of teenagers including his son (me) and an epic journey, both for the man, and also the boys who would be tested as men.

Some of the content will make little sense to anyone who has never experienced Philmont but I think you will enjoy it all the same.

Philmont “77”

We left on a long, long journey,

From Virginia to New Mexico.

It took us five days to get there,

Which seemed the long way to go.

 

We went up in the Arch,

Had a day at Six Flags.

The rides were all great,

There wasn’t any drags.

 

We got off that ole’ bus,

And loaded our packs.

After a night in Tent City,

We soon made fast tracks.

 

We learned about burros,

Although you can’t ride.

They’ll carry lots for you,

If you stay on their “good side”.

 

We climbed the tree,

With spikes and belt.

And when we were down,

How great it felt. FALLING!!!

 

We climbed the rocks,

And then rappelled down.

We knew it was no place,

To be clowning around. FALLING AGAIN!!!

 

We stopped at “Cito”,

And picked up food.

Although the clerk thought so,

We weren’t being rude.

 

We explored the Mine,

And heard “Charlie’s Tale”.

The gold we panned,

Didn’t budge the scale.

 

We finally got to see a bear,

And take his picture too.

He didn’t get our Bear Bag,

But he enjoyed the other crew’s.

 

We made it up Ole’ Baldy,

The climb she wasn’t easy.

And when we reached the top,

It was really breezy.

 

The Munchies, the Vita’s,

The Tetrox, the cheese.

All kept us too busy,

To climb any trees. (Trots or Not)

 

The horse riding was great,

The saddling was fun.

But why did some guys,

Make them all run?

 

We hiked down the North Fork Urraca,

The Comanche also.

Just where we were going,

We didn’t know.

 

We climbed The Tooth (of Time)

And enjoyed the veiw,

We only missed sunrise,

By an hour or two.

 

The packs were heavy,

The days were long.

The nights were short,

After our favorite song.

 

The map it was right,

And the trail signs too.

It must have been our compasses,

That gave us the screws !

 

We took some side hikes,

We bushwhacked a little.

But considering the Itinerary,

We solved the riddle.

 

The Mountain Search and Rescue,

Was really very trying.

But our First Aid training,

Helped us keep the guy from dying. (Pete Bradfield)

 

We’re on our way home now,

It’ll be a while yet.

But I’m sure the SCARF CREW,

Doesn’t have any regret.

 

So here’s to Philmont boys,

May we always remember.

When we’re sitting around our camp fires,

Watching the dying embers.

 

We’d go again,

Of that I’m very sure.

Because it’s a Scouter’s dream,

An experience so rich and pure.

 

By: Charles “Dan The MAN” Hutson

Expedition # 725 A-2

Itinerary # 19-B

August 11th, 1977

This poem is dedicated to a GREAT crew.

Catch 22 Is Alive And Well

Paths I Walk

By Paula & Oro Cas

Catch-22:  A dilemma or difficult circumstance from which there is no escape because of mutually conflicting or dependent conditions.

I sit looking at this document wondering how to write about the craptastic Catch-22 that has appeared in my husband’s life. My husband is one of the millions of people who suffer with chronic pain. His journey to where he is today began 35 years ago when he worked for a traveling carnival. While working to repair a ride, the clutch holding the ride’s car opposite the repairmen failed sending the cars around the track. Hubby and two other workers fell 50 feet resulting in multiple fractures and life threatening injuries. Combine those injuries with 30 years of commercial truck driving, a near fatal lightning strike resulting in damage to his nerve sheaths and joints, along with degenerative disk disease, stenosis, scoliosis, and osteoarthritis ……

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Antibiotics Are Killing You

What you DON”T know about antibiotics is killing you.

How many people do you know who have never taken an antibiotic in their lifetime ? Probably not very many. The fact is a large majority of people in this country and around the world have been prescribed an antibiotic at one point or another.

Would you have been willing to take that pill or injection if someone told you beforehand that there was a good chance your entire body make up would be changed ?

The lady who wrote the story I’m sharing is an incredible person with an inner strength that can only be understood by myself and others who are living with the physical effects  of this problem.

If your body seems to be breaking down quicker than normal then you will want to check Amy’s post out because she has shared a wealth of information on the subject.

This is the link to Amy’s story.  >>> This antibiotic will ruin you. 

The Government Waged a War on a Plant and LOST…

The plaintiffs, including an Iraq War veteran, a child with a seizure disorder and an ex-NFL player, claimed that the CSA’s classification of cannabis as a Schedule I substance is so “irrational” that it violates the U.S. Constitution.

via Lawsuit challenging Sessions and the DEA over marijuana’s Schedule I status dismissed by federal judge — The Cannabist