The $3,800 SUV

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

A few months ago, a 78-year-old gentleman made a left-turn in front of me that resulted in a traffic accident.  In short, he had minor injuries, I had no injuries, my 2002 Dodge Dakota was totaled, he was 100% at fault, and his insurance company offered me $5300 for my truck’s carcass.  Personally. I felt the truck could be fixed; on their side, they did not think it was worth fixing.  They probably would have thought this if they had seen the truck before the wreck, too. Continue reading “The $3,800 SUV”

On to Thanksgiving

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

Halloween 2023 will soon be behind us, and I guess there are persons who will miss it.  Maybe I was not paying attention, but it did not seem to be a big deal, this year.  The traditional terrors of the season—witches, ghosts, demons and the like—are not as highly esteemed as they used to be, and new terrors have replaced them.  These terrors are real, too, and are not going to go away with the trick-or-treaters at sunrise. Continue reading “On to Thanksgiving”

Spookathon

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

“In the ‘Close Encounters of the Weird Kind’ department, the traditional Halloween spooks don’t have much of a chance, this year,” old man Red said.  “I mean, just look at it!  You’ve got ghosts, of course.  You can’t even sit down for ‘em!  There are ghost stories in the Old Testament, in Indian lore, in folklore, in every culture worldwide.  Have you ever been over to that bridge at Hontubby?  There’s supposed to be a ghost there.” Continue reading “Spookathon”

Assorted fears

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

“Recreational fear” is marketed year-round, and I can only define the term with examples:  Do you like scary movies?  Horror, thrillers, suspense movies and the like are intended to give you a good but safe scare, and are good examples of recreational fear.  If you’ve ever plummeted from great heights on certain carnival rides and screamed along with fellow riders, you were experiencing recreational fear.  If you take a midnight walk because it’s scary in the Ouachita wilderness, the sensation created may be recreational fear, but it can instantly become non-recreational if you suddenly hear something bigger than you are growling.  Recreational fear is merely supposed to give you a good fright, but without damaging or lasting effects. Continue reading “Assorted fears”

Muscadines

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

      Having had only negative experiences with wild grapes in my youth, I guess it’s understandable I’d not realize the merits of native muscadines—Vitis rotundifolia—all the years I’ve been at Briar Circle.  These muscadines are wild grapes that grow all over the place around the family’s wilderness property, but unfortunately, not on it.  They produce fruit that ripens mid-September and October on strong, disease-resistant vines, and they’re pretty tasty, if you are willing to settle only for their juice.  Otherwise, you’d need a tougher digestive system to handle the tough skins and seeds.  Bears, deer, feral hogs, birds and numerous other woodland creatures can handle them with no problems, and they are attracted by the fruit’s sweet flavor.  This is something to keep in mind, if you’re out hunting muscadines.  Something bigger than you may be hunting them too.

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      Grapes are complicated things with over 60 species and 8,000 varieties.  There are 150 varieties of muscadine in the South, all of them coming from a common ancestor, the afore mentioned Vitis rotundifolia, but they do not grow in clusters like the ones you find at the supermarkets.  The fruits grow singularly, sort of like blackberries, and like blackberries, they’re black.

      Muscadine vines are strong and hardy, and prefer their soil slightly acidic.  They can get by with dappled sunlight, and are great climbers, which is why the best grapes are always just out of reach.  They do not care for cold weather, though.  Consequently, wild muscadines do well in southeastern Oklahoma, but do not care much for the rest of the state.

      Neighbor Larry has made plenty of muscadine jelly from this season’s harvest, and I can attest to its excellence.  The process was labor-intensive; Larry harvested the muscadines, washed them, cooked them, put them in sterilized Mason jars, and the end products are better than anything that comes off a store’s shelf.  To me, it is an impressive feat.

      Neighbor Kevin is making muscadine wine, and this will take more time than jams and jellies.  Kevin harvested five buckets of grapes, washed them, stewed them, added pounds of sugar and yeast to them, and the last time I saw them, they were fermenting in 5-gallon buckets in a designated space in his dining room.  Apparently, fermenting grapes need tending to all along, and it will be 2 or 3 months before the end product can be sampled and appraised.  We are looking forward to it, though.

      When I was a kid growing up down in Florida, my cousins and I could often be found playing under the scuppernong arbor in our grandparents’ back yard.  A scuppernong is a bronze-colored muscadine, more or less, and is treated like one.  Its skin is too tough to eat, but its juice is good, and I know homemade scuppernong wine was esteemed by many back in that day.  Homemade wine, jams and jellies were not uncommon, but now—well, it is odd to see these practices still going on 60 years later.  I’m glad they are, though.    


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Moonstruck

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

If you did not get to see the “supermoon” rising this past week, you missed a blessing.  I was en route to the wilderness shack at Briar Circle much later than I like to drive, but the spectacular moonrise was compensation.  Neighbor Kevin called a couple times while I was on the road to make sure I was all right.  I was fine, and on the second call, I asked if had seen the special moon.  “I’ve never seen it so large!” I said.  “I think it’s the ‘supermoon’ we’ve been hearing about.” Continue reading “Moonstruck”

Instant friends

By LEON YOUNGBLOOD

I stopped at one of the fuel-food-casino stations for lunch, and as seating was scarce in their dining area, a gentleman invited me to join him at his table.  I thanked him, sat down with my hamburger and fries, and we introduced ourselves.  We got a little distracted when nearby, a man said enthusiastically to his two companions, “One hundred dollars!  Fellers, lunch is on me!” Continue reading “Instant friends”