Wow... cool.
Pretty cool, especially since he very well may not have belonged there in the first place.I know his story. The way I saw it go down (on some TV show), those two Game Wardens were just begging for it. Just like the ASSholes who pursued, set up, then tried to kill Randy Weaver.
Two different men, who, for different reasons-none of which was illegal, decided to live in the mountains in Idaho. And, they both got screwed to the wall. Real nice. Apparently, that's something to fuck with people over, as they (the "authorities") seem to do it every. fuckin'. time. Claude wasn't poaching bobcats or anything else. He was LIVING as a mountain man. Totally self-sufficient and free.Til "the law" showed up and commenced to disregarding the "law" they allegedly represented. Karma, baby.
That's what resulted.
Puuuure karma. Damned shame those who murdered Randy's family members weren't also visited by such precise karma.
Or any at all, for that matter.
Those shitstains got away with outright, unprovoked, supposedly ILLEGAL murder. Well... these two didn't. And, now, Claude is free again. This is good.
Wish I had this guys address.
I'd send him a coupla bucks to buy himself a beer... from me. Hell, I owe him and Randy Weaver at least that much for the lesson I learned from the two of them.
Which is: No matter how badly ya want it and no matter how innocently ya do it, living the dream of being in the mountains, away from people and all their shit, is one of those "impossible dreams". They just won't let ya. They will NOT leave you alone.
Soooo... pretty much... don't even bother. Pretty goddamned telling when it's the GOVERNMENT that fucks up a place or a way of life for ya, as opposed to the (alleged to be) "bad guys". Frankly, I'd rather have Randy living on one side of me and Claude on the other than put up with the level of governmental interference that goes on in the mountains of Idaho.
That's sad, man.
Sad.
But true. Even Roger Miller knew the truth. Of course, he haaaad to be funny about it, but it's still true and it IS Roger, so here... check it out.
From the musical Roger wrote and sung by John Goodman (which I have on tape, oh yes I do), I give you...
You sorry so and so's
You got your damn hands in every pocket
Of my clothes Well you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum, guv'ment
Oh, don't I you know
Oh, don't you love 'em sometimes You dad gum guv'ment
You better pay attention
You're sittin' up there like a fool's convention
Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment
Oh don't you know
Oh don't you love 'em sometimes Well, you soul sellin' no good
Sons-of-a dead pan shoe fittin' fire starters
I ought to tear your no good God dang
Preambulatory bone frame
And nail it to your guv'ment walls
All of you, you, bastards You dad gum guv'ment
You sorry rakafratchits
You got yourself an itch
And you want me to scratch it
Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment
Oh, don t you know
Oh don't you love 'em sometimes You dad gum guv'ment
You sorry sons-of-bitches
You got your damn hands in every pocket of my britches
Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment
Oh don't you know, don't you love 'em sometimes
Man, if it wouldn't make me bawl my head off, I'd watch that Roger Miller Special right now.
Have it playing while I clean.
But... I can't.
When Roger's son, Dean, sings that Christmas song, "Little Toy Trains", I wanna die, it hurts so bad. Fuck. I'm tearing up just typing about it. I miss my Pop-pop and I want my friggin' cat back... God... in case Ya care. Aw Lord... here we go...
Little toy drums coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy, don't you think it's time you were in bed? Close your eyes
Listen to the skies
All is calm, all is well
Soon you'll hear Kris Kringle and the jingle bells Bringin' little toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy, don't you think it's time you were in bed? Close your eyes
Listen to the skies
All is calm, all is well
Soon you'll hear Kris Kringle and the jingle bells Bringin' little toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy, don't you think it's time you were in bed?
I miss my Grandpop and for the record, I'd consign my soul to hell for eternity to be able to feel my Dad's arms around me right this minute. Now.
I'm either gonna go clean something...
Or hang myself. We shall see, shan't we? Congratulations, Claude.
Disregarding the fact that I'm drowning in tears due to associated (in my twisted mind only, mind you) things, I really am happy for ya. Spend at least one night in the mountains for me, if ya can, okay? Peace
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Claude belonged in jail. You probably remember only the romanticized version of the story. Claude was VERY poor excuse for a hunter and trapper. He not only paid no attention to the game laws,(not the worse thing in the western wide-open spaces,of course.) but he had no respect for the animals he killed or the property of people in the area. He would set traps all over the place, and tend them infrequently-sometimes never-leaving dead animals to rot, thus killing so many for no reason whatsoever. You, of all people , should be completely pissed at an asshole like him for that reason alone. He killed
some domesticated animals that belonged local ranchers. (If Norman, your missing cat were a calf, or colt and Claude was in the neighborhood,
you would have every right to suspect him of the hit.) Most of the people in Idaho, or whereever it was, aren't fans of pricky game wardens, and the one dead warden,(Bill ?) had a gung-ho attitude. But many of these ranchers hated Claude for his unprovoked destruction of life and property. His behavior was pretty much opposite of all those independant, free-thinking folks, who would normally would have been rooting for him. There is a lot of doubt that even ole Gung-ho
Bill would have tracked him down if the citizens of the surrounding area weren't getting sick and tired of Claudes complete disregard for the standards that all real and independant mountain men adhere to. Poaching and breaking a few game laws would have been overlooked by (and probably were practiced by) the locals. His disregard for any sort of life was proved by the murder of the two wardens
Claude belonged in jail. You probably remember only the romanticized version of the story. Claude was VERY poor excuse for a hunter and trapper. He not only paid no attention to the game laws,(not the worse thing in the western wide-open spaces,of course.) but he had no respect for the animals he killed or the property of people in the area. He would set traps all over the place, and tend them infrequently-sometimes never-leaving dead animals to rot, thus killing so many for no reason whatsoever. You, of all people , should be completely pissed at an asshole like him for that reason alone. He killed
some domesticated animals that belonged local ranchers. (If Norman, your missing cat were a calf, or colt and Claude was in the neighborhood,
you would have every right to suspect him of the hit.) Most of the people in Idaho, or whereever it was, aren't fans of pricky game wardens, and the one dead warden,(Bill ?) had a gung-ho attitude. But many of these ranchers hated Claude for his unprovoked destruction of life and property. His behavior was pretty much opposite of all those independant, free-thinking folks, who would normally would have been rooting for him. There is a lot of doubt that even ole Gung-ho
Bill would have tracked him down if the citizens of the surrounding area weren't getting sick and tired of Claudes complete disregard for the standards that all real and independant mountain men adhere to. Poaching and breaking a few game laws would have been overlooked by (and probably were practiced by) the locals. His disregard for any sort of life was proved by the murder of the two wardens
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