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“The most interesting
information comes
from children, for
they tell all they
know and then stop.”
-Mark Twain
In the beginnin’ there was me, and still there is me, but there
have been many before me. I thought I was breakin’ a record
when back in 1987 I struck out on horseback from Florida
headed for Alaska, however that was a short distance
compared to what had already been done. Still I tried! From
that time forward, up until this day, I have been lookin’ for
my “Tom Sawyer” (A simpler way of life.). With sacrifice, and
determination I did what I had to do, saw all I could see, and
have been from the swamps and coastlines in Florida to the
highest mountains in the southern Rocky Mountains. This
book tells of these tales with words and pictures to the best of
my novice abilities.
The adventures have been many, and the real, very real.
There is nothin’ better than writin’ and sharin’ what it is that
has made my life so eventful. So, here are the events!
Dedications
Before there can exist a being, there must be a mother and a
father, so I dedicate most of what I write and what I have
become to my mother, Alice Furman Young Terrill. Then the
support from family and friends are all so important in what I
write and do, but there’s not enough space to list them all.
Thank You!
Most everyone who is anybody has had a mentor of some sort,
that has guided them through their path with wisdom and
foresight. My mentor is dead, and has been for about a
hundred years. Mark Twain (a.k.a. Samuel Clemons) became
my mentor right after I read. for the first time, his “Adventures
of Tom Sawyer”. I was a child, and his words in that book gave
me a boyish look at life that was about as simple as any life
could be. Therefor, I dedicate much of this book to him, the
greatest writer ever!
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Preface
Preface/Dedications
Chapter 1 - Alaska Bound, The horseback version.
Chapter 2 - Alaska Bound, The Wagon version.
Chapter 3 - Rocky Mountain High, A horseback Trek.
Chapter 4 - The Journey Home, A walk across NM.
Chapter 5 - The Flint River Run, A first on the water.
Chapter 6 - Buildin’ the 3P’s Canoe, A workin’ adventure.
Chapter 7 - A Tragic Break, A different kind of adventure.
Chapter 8 - 10,000 Island Adventure, A trek into history.
Chapter 9 - The Silver Springs Voyage, A look see trip.
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Contact The Capt’n
Though I may live the rustic life I still have access to societies
amenities, for the most part.
Call me: 386-507-1489
Email Me: TheCaptain@Captnat.me
Snail Mail: Capt’n Natural-Lee Young
656 E. Old Mill Dr.
DeBary, FL 32713
You can take a trip and come see me in person should ya feel the
need, or want. Here’s a map to show ya the way.
Index
In order for someone to fully understand who I am exactly
they would have to read my entire autobiography, sit and
talk to me for years, and take a walk with me on the trail
I have blazed, and that ain't gonna happen. Therefore, I
will only encapsulate my life for your benefit. Perhaps
you will acquire enough of an understanding of who I am
so you may do what all folks do - judge me.
Born October 3, 1951 in Portsmouth, VA -
That's not what I remember, but rather plain
and simple fact.
Sent to Florida in 1958 - I was a hand full for a
mother raisin' 4 children on her own, and so I
was sent to live with my uncle in Bradenton,
Florida to get that discipline that they thought
I needed. Mom , my sis, and two younger
brothers moved to Florida a year later, and
childhood took on a normalcy again.
Manhood came early for me, and in 1969 I
entered the US Army durin' the Vietnam Era.
By 1974 I had been wounded in Vietnam, gotten
married and had 2 daughters.
My first divorce came in 1977, and between
then and 1980 I loved and lived with a
heartbreakin' woman. The trauma was too
much to take and I broke away from the norm for
the 1st time. I rode a single horse from
Bradenton, Florida to The Ocala National Forest
- Hog Valley (Note that this place will have
further significance later on!). That was the end
of that trail ‘cause I got horns wangled into
goin' back.
A series of travels came about from 1980
until 1983 that took me all over the country.
I hitched to North Dakota, surveyed pipelines
in North Dakota and Montana, and
eventually ended up back in Florida via Texas
and I married my second wife.
In Arcadia I worked for the USDA Soil
Conservation Service from '83 to '86, and
eventually went into business for myself as a self
professed Agricultural Engineer. That was a
fiasco!
By 1986 I had had my fill of tryin' to become the
rich "Irrigation Lord" of Arcadia. Not to say that
the possibility wasn't presented, it was! I just
couldn't make it work for me. It was time for a
change; a drastic change; a change for life. The
wife didn't agree, and a mutual divorce ensued.
On January 11th, 1987 the "Alaska Bound
Adventure" began with 2 horses, a dog and a cat,
$15 bucks in my pocket, and a desire to be a writer.
Capt’n Natural-Lee Young
a.k.a. Saddle Tramp Lee Young
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By June 1987 I had made it to Alabama where I was robbed,
and then got hemmed up by a lady for about a year. We
parted ways because her 4 previous husbands sorta interfered
and I was sent a packin'! Literally! Through Tennessee,
Arkansas and into Oklahoma I packed my
horse and 2 pony mules.
Just before Thanksgiving 1988 I rode into
Broken Arrow, OK where I eventually got
settled into yet another relationship. This
lasted for about 4 years. Durin' my 3rd year
there I began buildin' the "Whinny-Bray-Go"
covered wagon.
In 1992 I took a brief 500 mile shakedown
cruise up into Missouri and returned.
After a short rebuild of the wagon I
was headin' west across the plains.
Old route 66 and a portion of the Santa
Fe Trail were some of the paths I took
west.
The Sangre de Cristo mountains stopped me
like a brick wall, and I spent the winter of
1993 on the east slope of the lower end of
the Rockies near Las Vegas, NM in Mora
County. While livin' in a cabin in the
village of Chacon I was published for the
1st time in "The Western Horseman". I had
become a writer!
The following spring '94 I hitched up and headed out around
the bottom of the Sangre's along the Santa Fe
Trail and up the Rio Grande River valley.
In my wagon I crossed the Rio Grand, the San
Juan Mountains, the Hoover Dam and into Las
Vegas and up its strip by 1996.
Following the "Old Mormon Trail" and "Padre
Trail" I worked the team up into Utah. In the fall
of 1997 I reached Panguitch, UT where I sold the
wagon and went back to horseback. Into
Evanston, WY I rode in the snow.
The weather was too rough and I got help from a
friend in Taos, NM to return to regroup and
prepare for another attempt for the "Alaska
Bound" adventure, but it turned into only the
"Rocky Mountain High" adventure.
It took about two years to get to Breckenridge,
CO from Taos because of a couple of rather
extensive stays near La Veta, CO - the area I
plan to die in.
I put down my most beloved horse, Blue, in
Breckenridge in 1999, and through the help of
friends I retreated back into New Mexico where I took up
residence in Monero Canyon. There I spent the winter carin'
for a multitude of critters under the most primitive of
conditions until I got word that my 1st grandson, Toby
James, was born in Florida in 2000.
In April 2000 I began the "Journey Home" adventure walkin'
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and leadin' the remainder of my ramuda across
New Mexico from Dulce to Logan (near the Texas
border).
Just before I got to Logan, NM my mare Pee-Pee
broke her leg and I was forced to shoot her to put
her out of her misery. This put an end to my
"Journey Home" adventure - at least with a pack
string.
After spending a few months longer in Logan and in Cebolla,
NM I headed east in my Dahatsu in 2001.
I began my stay in the Atlanta, GA area buildin' a website
for a crazy woman, and ended up working for a land
surveying company where I stayed for about 2 1/2 years
before takin' a hiatus from the stress and goin'
off on the "Flint River Run" adventure - a
350+/- mile float trip down the Flint River
from Thomaston, Ga to Apalachicola, FL in
2003.
I returned to Atlanta once it was done - after a
few months of wanderin' - to work for the same
company until 2006 when, because of the
improprieties of one of the owners, my contract
was terminated. That was when I planed to set
out on the "Lookin' for Tom Sawyer Adventure”.
I began work on my "Huckleberry Houseboat" in
Toomsboro, Ga and finished it in Myakka, FL by
the spring of 2007.
I had originally wanted to put in the water
in Toomsboro on the Oconee River and take
it all the way to the Atlantic Ocean, but that
didn't work out and I ended up puttin' in on
Lake Jessup near Sanford, FL in April 2007.
For 3 months I followed the St. Johns River to
the Cross Florida Barge Canal where I crossed
over to the Ocklawaha River.
From July 2007 until January 2008 I lived on
my "Huckleberry Houseboat" on the
Ocklawaha River and built - by hand and on site
- the "3P's" cypress dugout canoe.
I pulled out of the river in January 2008 and began workin' on
tryin' to get it together to head for the Oconee River once
again, but things have a tendency to go awry for me from
time to time forcin' me to take a different path.
On my 57th birthday on October 3, 2008 my life
was changed forever! I struggled to stay alive
and it's all because of thieves who have
apparently - for now - gotten away with
stealin' my very life from me, including my
precious "3P's" canoe!
On October 9th, 2010 I set out on the Huckleberry
Houseboat with my sights on a "New Horizon". I put in at
Gore’s Landing on the Ocklawaha River near Eureka, FL.
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The winter of 2010-2011 was a rough one
but, with tenacity I trudged through it
and survived. I left the Ocklawaha and
went on to the St. Johns River in
December 2010.
For a few months I explored the upper
part of the St. Johns. When the weather
began to improve I headed north stoppin' in
at Highbanks Landin' where I met the
owner (Dave Blackburn) of the Swamp
House Riverfront Grill and Happy
Snapper Tiki Bar. One thing led to
another and I ended up with a kiosk in
the middle of the restaurant sellin’ my art.
It was durin’ this time I met the marvelous
Judy Hopton, one of the most
unconditional women I’ve come across.
We hit it off as friends right away and
my new home port became the little piece
of swamp here in DeBary, FL.
In July 2011 I became the proud owner of
a 26 1/2' Bayliner Buccaneer sailboat. I have
named the newest member of the fleet, the "ASS Carryin'
On" - a companion to the "AV Movin' On" a.k.a. "The
Huckleberry Houseboat".
The word got out about my adventurous life and, before
ya knew it I was bein’ sought after for reality kinda
shows. First it was National Geographic who came and
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shot some footage but, nuthin’ ever happened with it.
Then, an independent did a little shootin’ in hopes to sell
it but, nuthin’ came of that. THEN, Leftfield Pictures got
a hold of me and, before ya knew it I was out on an
adventure bein’ filmed for the real thing! Their 2 day
shoot and production of a promo sold to The History
Channel! Now I’m a star! LOL
This brings us to the present (April 2015) and all is well
here on the St. Johns! It’s a wait and see time. The future
is sketched in pencil so changes can be made as I wander
along on my trail that I blaze. There will be more added
to this page as main events happen so, keep on droppin’ in
for a check now and again!
Capt’n Nat
Chapter 1 - The Alaska Bound
Horseback Adventure
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There are few things in this life that can
compare to travelin’ on horseback across the
country. This first adventure was what started
it all for me, and put me into the pages of
history. The story probably won’t be taught in
school, but none the less, it was one of the most
memorable times in my life.
It began in 1987, and is actually a 2 part story,
‘cause I actually did a stint on a mule drawn
wagon for a few years before goin’ back to
horseback in Utah. From January 1987 ‘til October
1988 it was all on the backs of my horses and mules.
Then I got myself hemmed up by a gal in Broken
Arrow, Oklahoma. A hemming that lasted for nearly
four years.
Later, down the trail, I got off the wagon (literally)
then put my worldly possession on the backs of the
horses and mules to continue my trek to Alaska.
Oops! Didn’t make it!
I did, however, make it to Wyoming, though it was
just barely inside the border from Utah. Oh the
stories I can tell! I will, so keep comin’ back for
updates!
The first of the stories is about when I first started
this odyssey that would later become a monster
consuming my every thought and physical being.
In order to maintain my sanity I felt that gettin’ off
the fast money train would be the way to go. For the
previous 4 years I had made my livin’ workin’ with
the farmers and ranchers in the Arcadia area (Desoto
County) doin’ some with the USDA Soild Consrvation
Service. The fact that my position with the USDA
wasn’t gonna get far made me wanna get outside the
box and into somethin’ that would make some real
money.
I got to know the business of irrigation and drainage
pretty well puttin’ in all the agricultural for the
major, and minor, agricultural enterprises. So, with
the knowledge acquired, and the contacts made I
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figured I’d go
into the business
on my own, and
reap the rewards
directly instead
of some morsels
through taxes. I
dubbed the
enterprise IDC Lmited, wich
stands for “Irrigation and
Drainage Consultants Limited”. It was an LLC,
“Limited Liability Company”, and not a
corporation which made me liable for
everything. That would later bite me in the ass.
It all started slow and with ambition. I first
began doin’ the surveyin’, and engineerin’ of
some fair sized projects hirin’ help from time to
time when I needed more then just me and one
other sort of an on and off again kinda helper.
Mathew was once the manager of the local
Radion Shack that operated out of the main
store in Arcadia at the time. It was complete
with diner in the back where all the main
players in the ag game got together for mornin’
coffee and gossip. It was one of the last real
general stores. You could buy guns and diapers
on the same isle. I spent most of my time there in
the Radio Shack awin’ the new Tandy computers
and all that came with them. That’s where Matt
and I got to know each other.
Chapter 2 - The Alaska Bound
Wagon Adventure
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Between 1987 and 1988 my trail was traveled usin’
the backs of my animals. After an extended stay in
Broken Arrow, Oklahoma I was steered in the
direction of gettin’ myself a wagon and team of mules
to carry on towards my goal of Juneau, Alaska. I was
bound and determined to get there, and coverin’ the
vast plains that laid ahead would be a whole lot more
comfortable in a wagon.
Before leavin’ out for the great Rocky Mountains, I had
to learn to drive a team, since I hadn’t ever before, so I
took a shake down cruise up into Missouri (Branson
area to be exact) to make sure I had built the Whinny-
Bray-Go correctly. There was lots to learn, and learn I
did, and a lot wa the hard way.
Once ready, I began the journey across the great
plains, and into the great wall of mountains they call
Rocky. They weren’t wrong there! Yep, it was gonna be
an adventure of epic proportions. Follow along here as I
take you from “A” to “B” in a very round about way!
Chapter 3 - Rocky Mountain High
Horseback Adventure
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Another bend in the trail took us back south, only so
we could go north again, but this time along the top of
the ridge, the continental divide ridge.
We began in Taos, NM in the spring, and continued the
climb for a couple of more years with Alaskan scenery
still on the mind. However, it just wasn’t meant to be,
but I’ll tell ya about that later!
Chapter 4 - The Journey Home,
A walk across NM
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As always for me, the trail takes on new meanin’s, and
it seems to be never endin’. After my Rocky Mountain
High horseback adventure came to an abrupt halt, we
once again found ourselves headin’ south until we found
a stoppin’ spot, which happened to be in northern New
Mexico, again.
Of course things couldn’t last as I wanted, so by the
spring of 2000, I was on my way afoot headin’ back to
where it all began. A new grandson came into the
world, my first, so I figured it was time to go home.
Since I didn’t have the means for a truck and trailer, the
only recourse was to hoof it. That included me too!
This was the shortest of adventures up ‘til this point, but
it was the most emotional of them all.
Chapter 5 - The Flint River Run,
A first on the water.
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I really tried hard to blend back into the mainstream
of society, but I gotta tell ya, it ain’t all it’s cracked up
to be. So, after a couple of stressful years of attempted
adaptation I found myself ready to put the mind and
body to the test once again.
Armed with a little saved money, and a need for
adventure I took off on a canoe journey with many
plans. Typically the plans I had would not follow any
sort of plan, so it was a “by the seat of my shorts” that I
survived at all. The 350 plus miles of the
Flint/Apalachicola Rivers put me through it, and made
a difficult trail about as tough as it could.
I sure learned a lot of lessons and could go on, and on,
but you’ll have to wait.
Chapter 6 - Buildin’ the 3P’s
Canoe, A workin’ adventure.
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Before the system could chew me up and spit me out
I decided it was time for a change in lifestyle back in
2006.
So, with critters, and my stuff, loaded into the old
Bronco II, we headed off into the unknown, with
sights on buildin’ a vessel that would take me
somewhere there was wild waters. I didn’t know I
would end up in Florida, ‘cause I had planned on the
Oconee River in Georgia, but ended up on the St.
Johns in Florida. Never would have guessed this
when I set out.
One thing and then another took me in several
directions at the same time. Each time I had to come
up with an alternate plan on short notice, which sorta
made for a few mistakes. One mistake I didn’t make
was when I decided to venture over onto the
Ocklawaha River, and search for a fallen cypress that
I could carve me a dugout canoe out of, and I found it!
Chapter 7 - A Tragic Break,
A different kind of adventure.
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Once completed, we took the adventure on land
where I would try and make enough money with
my art to continue adventurin’ with a little bit
better equipment. Well, that was the plan,
however the shit hit the fan on my birthday in
2008, and I would have to try and survive at the
lowest point in my adult life. I had to start
literally from where I had been when I was just a
teenager, or maybe even at an infancy.
It took a couple of years, but finally the world
started to show me some love. It was a struggle of
epic proportions, and though personal in nature,
the story needs to be told.
Chapter 8 - 10,000 Island Adventure,
A trek into history.
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Back in 2013 I got an email from a production
company (Leftfield Productions) out of New York
askin’ me if I would be interested in bein’ part of a
project they had in mind. Of course I said yep!
So, a few weeks later a feller named Peter Slack
came out to the swamp to do a shoot for a couple
of days so the production company could put
together a promo piece to try and sell a show to a
major network. Apparently Peter did a good job
and The History Channel bought the program
(Rivermen) and the rest is now history.
Peter asked me several times, “If you could go on
an extended journey on the Huckleberry, where
would ya go?” I thought for a second and came
up with the Ten Thousand Islands on Florida’s
southwest coast as a destination I had never see
before, and so the adventure was born.
It made it to the tube, but there was a whole lot
more to it, and I’ll tell ya all about it!
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After a long break from adventurin’ I fell into a depressive
state, and so I felt it was time to get out on the river, and just go
for sanity’s sake. Since I rarely do anything of any substance
without ample forethought I began the plannin’ around
February, 2015, however I wasn’t somewhat prepared until
March, 2015. At least I thought I was ready for this shove off!
The March weather was special this year, and to take off on a
300 plus mile journey was sure to be a pleasant choice. From
day one the way to the great Lake George was paved with good
water, fair weather and plenty of solitude. Nothin’ but quiet
and seclusion was what I wanted, and was lucky enough to
acquire.
The first day out I made it about 20 miles down stream on the
St. Johns River to the turn off on to the Norris Dead River just
a little north of Crows Bluff where SR 40 crosses the St. Johns.
We didn’t see the need to stop at the landin’, and so we passed
by with a wave to the folks fishin’ along the bank at the park. A
friend from the past was makin’ his way, along with his wife,
back to port after a day of checkin’ the fish traps. Bob was the
guy who gave me ol’Sharky the 12’ canoe that I carry around til
this day. I get to see Bob from time to time, and it’s good to
him still doin’ what makes his livin’ and makes him happy as
well.
The Norris Dead River brings back memories of when I came
through the area back in 2011, about the same time of year too.
The Huck was a different animal back then, ‘cause I was always
addin’ or subtractin’ from it’s design.
I found a good spot where I could anchor, and I did for the night. It
was quiet spot with only one boat comin’ by all night, and he was a
respectful commercial fisherman that didn’t say more than a Howdy!
As a ritual I threw out a line, with actual bait on it, to allow some
poor unsuspectin’ fish a morsel. Sure enough I hooked a small
bream. It was a bit small, but it did make
for an initiation tool for the cats. JB
especially, ‘cause she ain’t never seen a fish
on the boat. She was surprised, but not
infatuated enough to keep her attention, so
I threw it back.
There was hope that the electrical system
on the Huck would work, since I had spent
so much time re-runnin’ the wirin’ and
checkin’ the connections, however it didn’t
live up to the hype. The batteries weren’t puttin’ out enough to run
the charger that keeps the laptop up to par. Hummmm, I thought to
myself. Without the ability to download
cameras I was gonna have to do something
desperate. The next stop would be in Astor,
so maybe I could get a charge there?
Wooops! Forgot to load the 100’ extension
chord. It was time to call on my ground
crew for a little assistance.
Technology to the rescue. Usin’ my Skype telephone on my tablet, I
called Miss Judy to ask for the chord and another thing or two I had
forgotten, and of course, she was ready to deliver. I was at my
anchor site near Astor when I made the call. I went there right after I
stopped in at Parramores Fish Camp to see if my friend there, Janie,
could charge up the laptop at least so I could download the files from
my cameras.
My cameras and computer have become an essential part of what I
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do now-a-days. I like to think that they have given me another
way to express myself, and present sides of me to folks that are
amusin’, pretty, and worth the read.
Anyway, on day two we made the back waters to Astor through
Lake Woodruff and Lake Dexter, and a simply marvelous ride
it turned out to be. After a short stop to revisit Highlands Fish
Camp and get pictures that I hadn’t got the first time there, I
slid across Lake Woodruff like a duck on a still pond. It was a
truly awesome crossin’, and I got pictures to prove it!
The town of Astor is a place I’ve been many times by river, and
each time it brings back good memories. I’ve met many a fine
folk there, and will always think kindly of the stays I’ve had
there.
All day long, while crossin’ the lakes I thought of food. I knew
there was a restaurant at Parramore’s, but I would be
disappointed to find it had closed about an hour before I
docked. I did go to see my friend Janie, and luckily she was
home and agreed to charge my laptop over night for me. After
droppin’ it off I headed over to Blue Creek, just across the
main channel, for the night. Judy was gonna meet up with me
for breakfast the next mornin’, so all was good, and the
weather was perfect!
After a good breakfast
Day three started off about as nice as anybody in paradise
could ask for, and I wayed anchor and made my way back to
Parramore’s to meet and greet.
After a good breakfast, some good company, and a little chargin’ of
the battery I said goodbye to Judy and continued on my trek. The
next major obstacle was Lake George, my nemesis.
Got a fairly early start on the day, and motored out to the jetties at
the mouth of the river where it meets Lake George. The breeze was
stiff comin’ out of the north at about 8-10 mph, but the chop wasn’t
too bad. My butt began to pucker a little as I turned the corner at
the far end of the jetties rememberin’ that fateful July mornin’ 9
months earlier when my pontoons took on water in the very sames
spot, and we began to sink. The engineerin’ flaw that caused the
problem had been fixed and tested, so I didn’t pucker for long and
was able to enjoy the ride over to the mouth of the Juniper Spring
Run to the west.
Once we got through the shallow channel across the flats near the
convergence of the run the trees blocked the wind, and the calm was
welcomed. Ever so slowly with my camera at the ready we putted
up the run until we just couldn’t go no further. It gets pretty
shallow up the run, and I know ‘cause I’ve been there several times
before on my past journeys. When it got too shallow and grassy for
me I found a spot, and tossed the anchor over a bank anchored
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snag.
I couldn’t have picked a nicer place. We were out of the wind,
and even though a little shower pushed through it was real nice.
Picturesque as the sun set, and rose. There The Thwere only
two minor dramatic alterations in the tranquility.
I had been havin’ a little problem with the stern hatch under my
helmsman’s seat. It was downright fallin’ in, so I had to do a
quick repair the next mornin’ before takin’ off. While I was busy
makin’ the bad good, the kids had figured out how to get off the
boat and onto the bank via the palm snag I had thrown the
anchor over. A kayak-er stopped by for a chat, and so it took a
little longer than expected (had I any expectations really).
All was done and it was time to go, however the kids did not
want to cooperate and come back aboard. There was no place
nearby to put the bow onto the bank because it was real shallow
and full of debris everywhere I looked. Just like cats they loved
to sit just out of reach, and then take off when ya get ready to
snatch’um. I ended up gettin’ out on the palm, tight walking it
back to shore, and actin’ like I was goin’ for a walk. I have
learned that when I take cats for a walk they like to lag behind
and then run fast to catch up stoppin’ right under my feet. I
used it to my advantage. Shor’ enough, it worked like a charm
and the rebellious Rebbecca was gently put back aboard in short
order. JB, bein’ still a kid, wasn’t gonna be left behind and jumped
on her own back on board on her own.
We were underway before 10am, and the light was spectacular, but
I didn’t get many shots. Not until I got to Silver Glen Springs.
Photos by Capt’n Nat
For years my picture takin’ was limited to; Number 1 -
Whether or not I had a camera. Number 2 - If I forgot I
had a camera, or not. Number 3 - How much time I had
to get a camera when all the drama was unfoldin’.
These photos were taken since 2014 when finally I was
able to acquire me a decent DSLR. Now, I get to take
some good shots of some great things, and all it costs is
a little time. The reward is priceless!
I’ve broken the album down into sections that describe
the content of the photos so you can find a subject that
appeals to ya. Remember to keep checkin’ back ‘cause
I’ll be addin’ more all the time!
Enjoy!
PA-1
PA-2
Videos by Capt’n Nat
Note: What you see on the page is only a part of
what’s on the page. Click on any image and a slide
show will start.
Album Index
LR-1
LR-2
River/Landscapes
River/Landscapes
River/Landscapes-2
River/Landscapes-2
LR-3
LR-4
Other Critters
Other Critters
OC-1
OC-2
Arts and Crafts
Arts and Crafts
AC-1
AC-2
Sunrises and Sunsets
Sunrises and Sunsets
SS-2
SS-1
Trees and Knees
Trees and Knees
TK-1
TK-2
For
years
I
have
been
adventurin’,
and
it’s
been
a
struggle
at
times
just
to
stay
fed.
I’m
now
in
a
place
in
my
life
where
I
have
that
precious
Social
Security
comin’
in
to
feed
me
and
take
care
of
my
other
habits,
like
bathin’
and
such.
Bein’
the
frugal
feller
I
am
I
can
make
a
little
go
a
long
way,
but
there
comes
a
time
when
the
way
is
more
expensive
than
the
income
can
sustain.
So,
I
decided
that
I’d
allow
folks,
who
think
what
I
do
is
worth
a
little
help,
make
a
donation
to
aid
in
the
continuation
of
my
adventurin’.
There
ain’t
nuthin’
free
in
life,
and
I
ain’t
askin’
for
free
money.
I
am
an
artist
by
heart,
and
I
am
gonna
send
all
donation
makers
a
gift
of
my
art
(see
the
table)
that
corresponds
to
the
amount
donated.
I
do
primitive
wood
work
and
burnin’,
as
well
as
take
fair picture or two, and will sign and date all to your likin’.
To
make
it
easy
to
donate
I’ve
set
up
an
account
with
PayPal
to
take
credit
cards,
or
PayPal.
You
could
send
a
check,
but
now-a-
days we all use plastic, or the computer to do all that kinda stuff.
Let
me
thank
YOU
ahead
of
time
for
any
and
all
you
can
spare
to
give
the
Cause
a
boost.
All
will
be
put
forth
into
the
many
projects
on
tap
for
the
future.
The
results
will
be
shared
both
here and on my Face Book page,
Capt’n Natural-Lee
If
ya
have
any
questions,
or
wanna
tell
me
sumthin’
send
me
an
email at CNL@Captnaturalee.com.
Mailin’ address: 656 E. Old Mill Dr.
DeBary, FL 32713
Phone: 386-507-1489
Help The Cause, ‘cause!
Make a donation and get a gift or two.
Yep, I’m acceptin’ help, but for that
help you’ll receive a gift as indicated
by the amount of the donation.
Donation
Gift
Amount
$1 - $5 5 - Cuckoopelli Chips, or an
autographed picture of your’s truly.
$6 - $10 10 - Cuckoopelli Chips,
or 2 - autographed pictures of your’s
truly.
$11 - $20 5 - wood chip business
cards, and 5 - Cuckoopelli Chips.
$21 - $30 2 - 8”x10” prints of any of my photos, and 5 -
Cuckoopelli Chips.
$31 - $50 3 - 8”x10” prints of any of my photos, and 5 -
Cuckoopelli Chips.
Any donation over $50 will get ya a lot, and I’d like to
talk to ya to find out what ya like!
Click on the button below to make your donation, and
then give me a shout at TheCaptain@captnat.me
to let me know what ya want.
Thanks Folks!
My Zelle address is: 3865071489
