Snow quiet

[Nauti Natured]

Just walked out to the truck to get the charging cell phone in a foot of snow on the ground. (Im in Boone)

The one thing that overcame me was the deafening silence. I had forgotten .... with the last dozen years in the south ... how quiet it gets when it snows. It is so quiet that you can literally hear the flakes hit the snow below.

I hope that each and every one of you get the opportunity to experience a moment like this in your lifetime. It is the definition of peaceful.

Deep thoughts ... by Nauti Natured

[dunn6253]

It is nice, but unfortunately there will be at least a foot of it here Sunday night. 3 inches of snow is enough a year for me, I need to move further south......

[Nauti Natured]

Dunn ... growing up in the North I remember being annoyed with snow. After being away from it for over a decade, I cant tell you how much I took it for granted.

Also, it is easier to appreciate when you are in the mountains to celebrate Christmas and do nothing.. on purpose

[FLATLINER]

Theres nothing better in this world than taking a walk after a snowfall and just listening to how quiet it is. No cars on the rods, no planes......... Just SILENCE!!!!!!! Nuttin...... I love it and I welcome it every year. I look forward to getting home on Sunday and getting the decoy trailer loaded up and going out and killin some geese!!

Kevin

[clt_capt]

The Boone area is really cool - even cooler in the snow. Have a great Christmas in Boone.

[netman9]

Spent alot of time with freinds in Boone/AppState, can only imagine the amount of snow you must have stacked up by now. Getting ready to head out to plow now. Be safe and Happy Holidays!

[bigfish4me]

Just staring to accumulate here in the Philly burbs......a little less than an inch.....as much as i love the snow, looks like im going to have plenty of it to push around.......well at least the beers will stay cold.

[cravertosu]

All we got out here was rain and wind! Miss the snow, think that's the only bad thing I can say about NC. We don't get enough snow.

Tim

[Captain Fred Archer]

I don't mean to poach your post, Nauti, but when you're lucky enough (not sure it's so lucky here lately) to get to be an old fart, certain words trigger memory flashbacks...some good, some bad. "Boone" just did it for me. A good one. So, I gotta tell ya.

Almost forty-five years ago and just out of the Army I was a young salesman for a specialty metals company up in New Jersey. My territory ran well into the south and included IRC, Boone, a major resistor maker. I used to have to fly down there somewhere (don't remember where), rent a car and drive a long haul to get up into the mountains to Boone. The first time I drove up there, the countyside just blew me away!

IRC was a big account, so I used to talk with the buyer a lot on the phone and made quite a few trips down there. The product we made for them, ultra fine resistance wire, sold for as much as $20,000 a pound (think about how much that was in today's dollars!) and they used a lot of it, so there were times when they needed some that we couldn't make for them right away and I'd fly down with it and hand deliver it to them. At those prices, it was more than worth it and the IRC guys really liked our service.

None of that is the point. The point is that I loved that beautiful, wild country of the time. That ride up there was a great one. As a hunter I got a real kick out the deer that I saw and the pair of black bears that crossed the highway in front of me one day.

Soon after my first trip the buyer and I became friends and discovered a mutual love for fly fishing for trout. Well, I don't know how it is today, but the wild trout fishing up there was simply spectacular. I don't know the names of the streams and rivers we fished, but they were all winners and remote, pristine, and full of trout...those wild ones that look like jewels and act like spirits. My little, six and a half foot custom Orvis "flea rod" always accompanied me down there, right along with my boots, vest, etc.

The sheriff up there was a fly fisherman too and he often went with us. When he did, he had a four wheel kind of a truck thing that he used to drive down old logging roads until, in some cases, he turned it around and actually backed down game trails to get to the water, or close to it. Man, talk about unspoiled! It was a wonderful time and those guys were the finest kind of outdoorsmen and friends. I tied them both a bunch of flies as Christmas gifts and danged if they didn't do the same for me. After the first year of that, we did it every year.

Oh yeah, Boone, N.C. God's country for sure! I can't imagine how beautiful it must be in the snow.

(And the snakes are a'sleepin' that time of year. Oh yeah, snakes. As in poisonous ones. They don't really bother me, unless they bite me, of course, but a rattle going off or a look at a copperhead slithering across some streamside rocks surely did get my attention...YIKES ! I do remember more than a few of those rascals too, but I didn't get bit and after all, I was poking around in their backyards, where people weren't supposed to be in the first place, so they were no big deal (sorta).)

Thanks for bringing back the memories, Nauti. To me, at least, it was God's Country for sure!

[seapower]

NC has alot of that quality to it, still alot of places a man can get off to himself. Frank