Johnny Ma Cabrille – Johnny Billygoat
A little mid-week party music – Johnny Ma Cabrille – Johnny Billygoat by Boozoo Chavis – just because I know you’re missing that steady flow of accordion music around this joint.
Red Prairie Dawn
Since I started learning to play clawhammer banjo, YouTube has been an incredibly handy tool. When I want to learn a tune, I like to listen to different versions of it, and fortunately there is a ton of Old Time music available. It’s hard to imagine a time when the only way to learn this music was from other local players. I suppose the exchange is that regional identity gets washed into the mix.
I learned about the late Garry Harrison at the Midwest Banjo Camp in June. Not only was he a gatherer of great Old Time music from Illinois, he also wrote some excellent tunes. I’ve been playing one of them quite a bit lately – a tune called Dull Chisel, and now I want to learn another of his tunes, Red Prairie Dawn. So tonight I checked out some performances online.
Here are Mike Witcher – Dobro and Grant Gordy – Guitar…
And here’s a really fast version by the Foghorn Stringband…
And one more, with John Jewell and Andrew Lovejoy…
Over the Waterfall?….
So there we were yesterday afternoon, fly fishing the upper Credit River, just a little ways below the former highway 24 (whatever they call that road now), when along come 2 guys each paddling a kayak. They each had a spinning rod ready to cast and they were all set for a leisurely float to the lake.
You guys know about the falls, right?
The falls?
Yes, the falls. It’s where the Credit River tumbles over the Escarpment. It is a very significant landmark, so significant they named the near-by town Cataract. Hopefully these fellows paddled carefully, heeded the warning roar of the falls, and parked their kayaks and got out well before the abyss. Now I suppose they might have picked up their kayaks and their fishin’ rods and carried around the falls. It is difficult but possible to get down there without hurting yourself if you’re really careful. But then they’d have to cope with the pocket water below, a dicey proposition, even in kayaks. I wonder how far they got? Did they look over the falls and carry their kayaks for a half an hour’s walk along the railway tracks back to their car? Or maybe they walked back up the river, dragging their kayaks behind? Or maybe they decided to try to portage the falls and navigate the pocket water. Maybe they carried down the trail past the worst of the pocket water before re-launching.
The blind faith involved in decided to float a river without checking for enormous obstacles is great – but consider this – this was the third time I personally witnessed folks happily heading downstream hoping for a relaxing float to the lake. The best was the 3 guys in a 16 foot aluminum cartop boat several years ago. I was casting a dry fly to a rising brook trout when I heard the bumping and scraping of aluminum on rocks banging toward me. I told them they didn’t have a chance, but they kept on, wrong and strong.
On the River…
My neighbour’s son Ethan wants to learn fly fishing. I took him one day last year to the Grand River, and this spring I sent Ethan and family to a trout farm, where he caught his first trout on a fly. Today we went to an upper section of the Credit River so Ethan could get a little more on-stream experience and get an idea what it’s like fishing a stream.
The water was very high for this time of year as a result of the recent rain. It was also discoloured when we arrived. By the time we left, the water was still high but had cleared considerably. Fortunately the fishing is always good even when the catching isn’t so hot, as I caught the only trout today and it was less than 4 inches long. Ethan was able to get some on-stream casting experience though, and I was able to show him typical trout habitat.
Ethan’s little brother and his dad came along and all of us went for a hike along the rail tracks to look at the falls, where the Credit River tumbles over the Escarpment. It may not have been the best fishing day but it was a lovely day to be out enjoying the day.
Upset stomach mushrooms
Somebody landed on this blog after searching “upset stomach mushrooms”, and this got me thinking that since a lot of would-be mushroom-hounds have been visiting this blog, I should make a few comments.
I don’t know how many species of mushrooms there are in Ontario – at least hundreds, maybe over a thousand. Most of those species are not good to eat. When I say not good to eat, I mean they can cause anything from mild gastro-intestinal upset to death. Yes there are killer mushrooms in Ontario.
I know there are people who eat mushrooms based on vague information passed down from past generations. I’ve heard stories of so-called poison tests involving silver dimes and so forth, and I know there are some people who traditionally go through a specific rigamarole involving multiple boilings or pickling or whatever. People I’ve met in the woods have had buckets of mushrooms I know are very difficult to identify as safe. They tell me, “I’ve eaten these for 30 years and I’m OK”.
I don’t know by what streak of luck or by what voodoo these folks haven’t been poisoned. Maybe they’ve learned by experience and have clues to identification I don’t know. They’re going to do what they do and I hope they’re OK. Since I know there are nasty mushrooms out there, and since I don’t want to eat poisonous ones and die, I try to identify mushrooms and in truth, each year I mostly pick for the table the same handful of species that I can easily identify.
Each fall a few mushrooms grow out of the mulch I have in part of my back yard. I think maybe they are blewits. I’ve picked them, taken spore prints, compared them to pictures, then I’ve discarded them. I’m just not sure. Perhaps if a more experienced picker looked at them and said yay or nay I might be convinced. The characteristics seem almost right. Almost. But there’s no such thing as being almost poisoned.
I know people who eat orange-capped scaber-stalks – Leccinums. I also know there have been possible poisonings from these mushrooms. One person I know who eats them says, no, they’re fine I eat them all the time and I’ve never had a problem. He continues to eat them without consequence. It’s been suggested to me that the ones that caused the poisonings were a western sub-species and the ones here in Ontario are fine. Maybe. Still, when I see these in the woods I leave them be. Who is right? I don’t know. I do know that one of the people who has been made sick by orange-capped scaber-stalks is a very respected mushroom expert. I’m OK with being wrong in this case.
When I look at the stats for this blog I see that many people stop and look at my mushroom posts. I’m posting these notes because I don’t want anyone to be sick. Please identify mushrooms carefully before eating them. Please be sure every time. Be careful about what you read on the internet….it many not all be 100% accurate. Sometimes a photo is not enough to do a reliable identification.
St. Phillips
Here’s an older painting called St. Phillips I made back in the winter of 2001/2002. Tuffy P and I hiked in a forest near St. Phillips when we were in Newfoundland on our honeymoon in October of 2001. I did some charcoal drawings in that forest, but I didn’t look at them when I made the painting. Rather, as I made the painting, it reminded me of that spot and that day. This painting is oil on canvas. I think this one is 16 inches high.
Eureka! The Winking Newfie Dog
Good Morning Long Branch Sept 5th
Don’t let your deal go down….
From time to time, I just need to hear Doc Watson.
Here he is playing Don’t let your Deal go Down, from 1991, with Kirk Sutphin on fiddle and Mike Seeger on banjo….





