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Justus Mclarty Mississippi River Pontoon Trip
5/17/08
Good friend and co-pilot of the "freedom vessel chariot of adventure maiden voyage north to Alaska," Justus Mclarty will be taking a pontoon houseboat down the Mississippi River from Minneapolis St. Paul to the Gulf of Mexico. From June through August he will weave approximately 1800 miles through 10 states to the ever-nearing Gulf Coast. It will be Justus' home and vessel will descending the mighty Mississippi River. This will be a healthy and relaxing trip, an adventure worth experiencing, and a good-livin-hell-of-a-time. For six years this trip has been living as a fantastical goal within him and 8 months in the making. Justus' maiden voyage of the Mississippi River shoves off on June 4th from Minniesota.
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Kiwi Elk
3/16/07
Dear Friends,
Well for all you hunters out there here is a picture from a 394
point Elk. My pal Chris works for New Zealand Mountain Hunting Limited
in Omarama, New Zealand. So with that said he and I have been out
with clients and by ourselves and this is what we came up with.
Not only the fishing but the hunting is world class. Crazy and amazing.
I must admit that I am not a fisherman but the Brown trout are as
big as your forearm (simalar to the Mongolian Artic Char). Well
Chris works at a lodge that is top class all the way around. Heaven
for most. Anyway, it's been amazing. Went skydiving for my Birthday.
Great experience. Went Tahr and Chamoi hunting. More pictures to
send later. Wow, when Elk and Stag make there call it's intense.
I am now hooked.
So it's all down hill from here.
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Shark
Fishing in New Zealand
3/6/07
Friends,
Finally made time to get a picture on the web. This picture was
taken on the West Coast of New Zealand near Haarst (they are filming
Witches and Warlocks here). My Pal Marcus the Kiwi (he and I work
together in the Bush of Alaska) has shown me an awesome time. We
went fishing for Blue Cod and Whatever else we caught. Well because
I am alittle goofy, I didnt catch one Blue Cod until I caught 4
Sharks!! The first was a Dog Shark, then two very big "7 Gill
Sharks" and one slant eyed yellow shark know as a "china
men shark". The picture is of the largest Shark it was about
9 ft in length. Great time.
I have been mainly Hunting with Marcus via Helicopter (no we dont
shot them from the heli) and fishing from his Jet Boat on several
different rivers. He lives in Wanaka. IT's been great. Hung out
yesterday with a Sheep Farmer and his dogs. It's wild to see his
Dog work over one thousand head of Sheep. I am off to Queenstown
to work with some horses.
I hope you're well.
Talk to you soon,
Mike |
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less traveled paved with sand and snow
By Mike Green, Special to theSun
Posted February 4, 2007
Mike Green compares the disparities between his overseas assignments
in Iraq and Antarctica
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"Happy
Camper" Course in Antarctica
Happy Camper is a class that all personal who wish to travel outside
the realm of McMurdo have to go thru. As you know I used to instruct
Winter Survival/Camping so I wasn’t that excited to be there.
I was worried that I would revert back into my Instructor Mentality
and begin to Field Marshall everyone. I fought the urge better than
I thought I would. However, I made sure everyone was fed at night,
well hydrated, and had a place to sleep comfortably before I went
to bed in my "quansi hut". Which is a snow dome made by
shoveling snow into a huge pile, packing it down, and then digging
a flat place to sleep inside. I slept great. So well that I got
up about 20 minutes before we were picked up and all the camp chores
where done. Oh well. I wasn’t the instructor. I was a student
that was a slacker in the morning. It was warm enough to smoke but
I didn’t have my Pipe or Cigars due to my congestion in my
chest/cough. Either way, the whole experience reinforced that I
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| 11/18/2006
My Friends,
Check out our lost passengers today. It was a wild day at the Air
Strip. All of the sudden out of the frozen snow cone of Mountains,
sea ice, and volcano’s eye arrived these passengers trying
to catch a flight out of McMurdo Station to the South Pole. The
Airplane is from the Air National Guard of New York State. It's
an amazing place to experience each day. The beauty arrests my breath,
the cold stunts my speech, and the people warm my heart. Unfortunately,
it’s too cold to smoke a cigar or my pipe.
I am well, warm, wind burned and sunburned,
Be well and bless,
Mike
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Iraq
The emotions of worry, exhaustion, hunger, suspicion, confusion,
hope, and the blank stare of numbness can be found on the faces
of these men. I worked with these men in hopes of building a better
life of stability and security for their country and loved ones.
It was a profoundly emotional struggle. Strong friendships were
made. In the end neither they nor I will be able to judge if our
time was well spent. That answer will come from the generations
to follow. Together these Men and I ran Cranes and Heavy Equipment
to build a Military Base. Each day they risked their lives to earn
in one hour what they made in one month under Saddam. At the end
of the day we hoped that we had laid a small piece of the foundation
in which prosperity, health, and peace would be built upon. Only
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of Blue Smoke - Nicaragua
8 years ago I first met Sergio Torres. I was
introduced to him by his cousin whom I met (by happenstance) on
the street in Esteli, Nicaragua, Cigar Capital of Nicaragua. We
bonded together as the blue smoke of our cigars disappeared into
sticky summer air and the empty bottles of beer collected on the
small wobbly table before us on that easy feeling afternoon. The
story is way to long to explain here. But the long (Churchill) and
short (Robusto) of it is that the next day I got a straight razor
shave (while smoking a cigar), toured his Uncles Cigar Factories,
met the Vice President of Nicaragua (now the President), had dinner
with some of the finest cigar rollers alive, and to top it all off,
I sang “It’s now or never” to a packed bar. It
was by far one of the best days in my life.
Fast forward to February 2006. Enter Seth Pleasant Young and Kelly
Pressley, add a couple of lost bags, a detour in Guatemala City,
16 hours of being late and beer at 6:45am until we get picked up
by Sergio at the Airport, 4 beers (each) and 2 " half hours
later; Sergio meet Seth and Kelly.
We were there to tour the Factories and Fields of Nicaragua. We
had Guaybera’s of several colors as our formal attire, Cigars
of different sizes, and loads of beer, rum, and papas fritas.
Sergio is the Nephew of Nester Placensia. Nestro’s cigar factories
produce more cigars than any other cigar factory in all of Central
America. Also, Nester produces the only Organic Cigar in the world!
These Cigars are sure to be a huge hit (they use garlic as a natural
pesticide). Sergio’s Family took us all into their homes,
factories, fields, and made sure we felt welcome.
Together Sergio, Seth, Kelly, and I toured the Cigar factories,
fields, and a bit of the culture. It was a quick trip, with small
incidents of frustration however, the large sum was fraternity wrapped
like a Double Corona in a meticulously grown Tobacco leaf. |
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Mongolia
- Kazakh Golden Eagle Hunting
Just one of many pictures I have of one of the best experiences of
my life. He and I became fast friends. It was another experience that
proved two common souls need not a language from which to speak with
a tongue but a kindred spirit and respect for that person or their
heart of being. The Garb I am wearing was purchased from a man whom
sold it to me because "your soul is warm and heart bright".
It's a jacket that was made 80 years ago by his grandmother and the
hat was made 20 years ago. The Coat is sheep on the inside and horse
on the outside. I wore it each day I hunted with great reverence and
humble feelings of awe. The old man was 68 years old and still shod
horses. His Eagle was his 10th Eagle and mine was 6 years old. Still
young for an Eagle. At 10 years old they are usually set free. I had
the awesome joy and fire of anticipation to send my "bird"
3 times. It was a feeling I have never felt nor will feel again in
my life unless, I take up the old man on his offer to live with him
as his son. I might meet him half way on that offer and just live
with him as they move from place to place in happy harmony with nature.
He said I could pick from his finest horses to ride. But for now I
will have to continue to soar in my heart for our friendship. Some
day I will gallop into his Ger (with his hands in the air telling
me not to ride so fast into that area, "it scares the sheep and
yaks" that's another story. You will have to wait until I get
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Commercial
Lobstering - Gulf of Maine
Without a doubt this experience and job was the
most difficult experience in my life. All aspects of life, aboard
the 85ft Lobster Boat are difficult. Time, weather, the sea, and
the knowledge needed to stay alive don’t come easy. Nothing
is easy. Only chastising oneself for being there is easy. The Lobstermen
I worked with were hardy good men. They had to be. The first thing
you learn is where your knife is to cut a rope if you get snagged.
Endlessly making the movements of Grab the knife with your right,
rope with your left, and cut. The sea is a bitch. Nice and smooth
as glass or as evil and rough as a women scorn. Ruthless to the
point of tears or beautifully sublime. Each time you do awaken from
a slumber your muscles are sore, (painkillers are never beyond arms
reach), smell of rotten fish, mind cloudy and always, your stomach
is unsettled to the point of having to force feed yourself. Your
fingers refuse to straighten as you try to open a Redbull. God I
loathed and love it. |
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