Helping a friend?

In the old days in Anza, I received a frantic call from the sister of a friend of mine. “Mallard, you have to talk to Mike, something is wrong with him.” When I asked her “what?” she told me that he had begun drinking and lost his job. Also that he refused to go look […]


Years ago (or as people now say “back in the day”) in Anza there was a population of about 100 people. Every one raised their own livestock such as chickens, pigs and cattle and long into the fall season they butchered their live stock and put the meat in the freezer to bring the family […]

Standing in a rainbow

Many years ago in Anza, California the weather was much different than it is now (or at least it seemed to be). I remember one winter in particular when the temperature dropped to 8 degrees and stayed there for two weeks straight. There were a lot of jokes going around that a certain place that […]

Hole in one

In the olden days in Anza there was a famous (or infamous) liquor bar in the middle of town. It must be understood that in these early days the local gendarmes weren’t very local. In fact, it took the police several hours to show up when they even bothered. Anza was, more or less, on […]

A mallard in the bush

A mallard in the bush

My brother and I were out hunting in the brush of southern California’s high desert country. He was in the lead while I followed behind a few steps. We were traveling through heavy brush, some of it 10 to 15 feet tall, with heavy limbs. I could see that we were coming into a clearing […]

A donkey feed

  In my early days in Anza I became involved somewhat in animal husbandry, raising chickens, cattle, hogs and the like and as a result became known for being able to “nut a hog” and as being fairly proficient at the art of animal skinning.   This brings me to the tale of Hornsby Wilson. The reader […]

The ravens

Years ago in Anza, I acquired two baby ravens. Now a raven is different than a crow in that they grow to a lager size and they have a slightly down-turned beak. I found out a lot about ravens, and a lot about people, in the few short years that I had the pleasure (or […]


What was it that woke me up? I think it was the room becoming lighter as the sun rose in the early morning sky. I washed my face and threw on some clothes. Grabbing a cup of my dad’s coffee (He was already at work even though the sun had just come up) I stepped […]

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