Recent Reviews for Thomas J Ault
Moving West, As Told By Gilbert Clock (Book) - 5/21/2010 10:11:17 AM|
Finally the series of six books have been completed. The My Name is Jake series at $6.95 per book offeres a variety of subjects from flowers to insects and beyond as an introduction to children through color photographs.
A complete set will be available by June 3rd and can be purchased from me at a reduced rate, plus shipping or course.
My website will give you more information http://home.earthlink.net/~pjtja
Canda, at Last (Short Story) - 5/7/2013 6:38:55 AM
Reads like a fishing trip from hell! I used to be fishing fool and caught my first 31 inch musky when I was thirteen years old. When I was sixteen, my twin brother and I were fortunate to take a seven day canoe trip with the Boy Scouts to the Boundary Waters. We traversed 100 miles on that trip and caught very few fish. I do recall a very large northern that tasted and spit out every lure I had in my meager kit until I couldn't get him to follow anymore in crystal clear water.
After I was paralyzed I had to quit fishing. The last time I fished was 1970 when I caught two bass in the Kentucky farm pond and my girlfriend had to reel them in for me and take them off the hook.
In 1975 I planned a repeat trip with my younger brothers who were fifteen at the time. We had one canoe and provisions, for I believe, the unheard-of cost of $210. I could only ride along in the middle of the canoe while my brothers did all the work. The 70 pound canoe was especially difficult for the 90 pound guys to handle. I could only carry a 50 pound backpack on portages––many.
About the third day out, we portaged through a burned-out area and it started to rain. We arrived at an island in a small lake and it poured so hard, that my tired, wet, and hungry younger brother declared, “Oh, when they find us here…” As if we were going to die from lack of food that evening. My other brother found some dry tinder under a stump and we had a hot meal in the rain within a half hour. I decided to try a daredevil from my old lure kit off a big rock and saw a northern follow it up. I told the complaining brother to try fishing and he reluctantly did. Northerns struck on almost every cast and the guys had a lot of fun. By morning, the daredevil was really scarred up and the guys had caught seven northern over 28 inches. We kept three to eat and returned the rest to the lake. We never caught another fish, but encountered a pesky bear on one portage. A fun trip that cost each of us $10 a day. It doesn't get any better than that and the memories last forever.
Canda, at Last (Short Story) - 5/6/2013 8:41:12 AM
we've all had trips like this, easier to remember that to have been there
Error in Judgement (Short Story) - 9/24/2010 8:22:02 AM
You can now see this story as part of the exciting new book entitled, "The Incident". Also available is the new book "Every Hour Counts" where Gilbert Clock tells you about his life and the interesting people he has lived with during his long life of over 100 years. See them all at http://my.earthlink.net/~pjtja
Today, The Future, and Change (Article) - 5/19/2009 3:47:47 PM
Final Request (Poetry) - 5/8/2013 10:14:05 AM
Great advice. I have no regrets and don't have to atone for any past deeds that I did to others. That's why I'm at peace with myself now and not worrying about what people think of me when I'm gone.
Final Request (Poetry) - 5/7/2013 9:38:57 AM
thats the most that can be expected
Cell Phone 2009 (Poetry) - 6/12/2010 9:23:19 AM