Last Thursday my bunkie and I went fishing and caught a 4-pound trout. A beautiful specimen. Maggie and I released this guy back into the water to stay with his family.
Excuse the big head…the altitude made my head swell. mol
Now, let me explain about The Order of the Arrowhead. It is a prestigious group for a select few of Cat Scouts. The best of the best, so to mew. Well, I was scared and happy and scared…actually terrified but I didn’t want it to show. So I carried on with my normal routine Friday evening after the Knowledge Bowl, the Arrowhead initiates were turned out into the woods in our cave person outfits.
We were armed with a blanket, 2 matches, an egg and a compass.
We had to separate from our friends and go our own way without them.
Using my compass I headed due south. Walking for what seemed like hours, I spotted Bobcat tracks and scat…I smelled him too as the wind was on my face. He came around a big boulder and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. I didn’t want to show fear even though all my body parts were trying to shake. I introduced myself as a Sabertooth Cat Scout. He said he’d heard Cat Scouts are friends of the forest so I was welcome to stay if I wished. I told him about the initiation of The Order of the Arrowhead, spending the night in the forest with just 2 matches, a blanket, egg, and compass. He wished me well and I was on my way. I was very tired so I got two sticks about the same height and put my blanket up like a tent. I was between two trees so I was out of sight I thought. It was almost dawn when I heard a soulful song from a bird. I got up to observe the kind of bird that sings so sweetly.
It was a Yellow-rumped Warbler. She was singing a sad song because she couldn’t lay any eggs and was longing for young’uns. She spied my egg. I told her this egg probably doesn’t hold a young’un but she insisted I hold a match underneath the egg to see if there was any life in it. To my surprise, there was life in that wee egg and it was wee compared to eggs in the store. I then blew out and broke the match in half and buried it in the dirt. The lady Yellow-rumped Warbler was delighted when I put the egg in her nest. She hopped on the egg and started to sing a happy song. She was going to name her young’un after me….Shoko the…wonder what kind of bird it is? We sat together most of the morning and she told me her tale and soon we were chirping about the egg. She told me where there were large blueberries so I picked berries for my new winged friend and then packed up my tent and scattered the used leaves and headed north by my compass. I stopped at the blueberry patch and had some berries…that’s why my face has a blue tinge to it. Then I padded onward til I made it back to camp.
We were awarded a diploma for our efforts in the wild. Mom says she’ll frame my diploma alongside the diploma for the Bobcat Rank back in 2013.
Some flat scouts from Cat Scouts came to visit us and dudes we had a houseful. They were the perfect guests. Not one of them threw kitty litter around the bathroom. No one hacked up a furball either. Mom was impressed. We had Fing Feiko/King Meiko’s alter ego from Texas, Tristy from California from the blog Christie Paws, Izzy from Oklahoma from the blog Dezi World. Our last visitor is Fete/Pete’s alter ego from Tennessee.
I made sure that all the flats went to the kitty litter and had some noms and water before getting in the car for their road trip. Mom and dad rounded up the flats and placed them in the back seat together. Not one of the flats sang out in protest but they were meowing to each other in excited voices. Kali and I waved to the flats as they left.
The Huble Homestead is only 40 km ( 25 miles) north of Prince George but you are in total wilderness as soon as you pass the city limits.
I am Foko. I am Shoko’s flat scout. I will be the guide for our visit. We all sat back and enjoyed the fresh air and before we knew it, we were at the Huble Homestead. This Homestead consisted of a general store, blacksmith shop, stable,a couple of log houses and the old homestead itself. Huble Homestead was built along the Fraser River for easy transportation by paddle wheel. Travel by land was far too difficult as there were only trails to follow with pack horses and all the supplies needed for a long journey from the Vancouver area.
Some wise words from our host and we were on our way.
We all had to show off the old fashioned loom and have a rest. Your wondering where Fete alias Pete went as he’s not in the photo? Fete was overly interested in the chick-hens. He muttered something about his sister and chick-hens.
We didn’t get very far and Fete fell in a hole. We all had to gather around and see if he was ok. He was fine just gawking around too much. We all had a good meow and then ran on to catch up with mom and dad.
This is an old fashioned press that was used for flattening beaver pelts for easy storage.
Mom had a pair of Polar cleats as did dad but they were pretty hard to fit over one’s boots or runners and then you must take them off each time you come in or you’ll have cleat holes in your floor. Guess how mom found out!
The next stop on our outing was a small cabin that was actually the Blacksmith’s cabin.
Now this is really working from home.
This is the actual Huble House. These folks must have been well off because even the house is whitewashed and they had a kitchen not just a wood stove. The kitchen is separate from the house and there is a doorway that leads right to the table.
Notice the door to the kitchen behind the table.
We sat on the cold wood stove in the office of the homestead for our picture.
Talk about narrow staircases…whew…you can’t afford to be fat in the old days.
The last place we saw on our way out of the homestead area was the place where the meat was kept to keep it away from wild animals such as bears.
A pleasant way to spend the afternoon. We all jumped in the car and headed for Prince George. Before long we were at the outskirts. There you are a little slice of history from northern British Columbia.