Fraud Alert !!

This ad and site it is from are a scam>>>


The logo on the bag sewn to the hammock clearly shows that these guys are attempting to rip off AMOK. This is not an AMOK site… they are NOT affiliated with the gang at AMOK in any way! You are not going to be getting an AMOK Draumr for $28.88! Suck it up buttercup. This is a FRAUD… not a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get a great deal.

I have the information directly from the guys at AMOK. Since I’m a pretty big fan of their products, I wanted to be certain that I was passing on the word. Please steer clear of the above ad and site

My own suspicion is that your money would disappear down the rabbit hole and you would never see anything in your mailbox.

Remember… “caveat emptor” and there is a sucker born every minute.

If you want an AMOK, here’s the REAL site >> AMOK Equipment


Sometimes It Happens…


At night deep in the mountains,
I sit in meditation
The affairs of people
Never reach here;
Everything is quiet and empty
All the incense
Has been swallowed up
By the endless night.
My robe has become
A garment of dew.
Unable to sleep
I walk out into the woods-
Above the highest peak,
The full moon appears.

– Ryokan Taigu (1758-1831)


[A number of Asian, and Meso-American, traditions see a pareidolian image of a rabbit [“Tsuki no Usagi”] on the moon’s surface… I choose too as well]

ukiyo-e print by Utegawa Hiroshige

Crazy Always Abideth

Author James Lee Burke put this little piece of reminiscence up yesterday for some of his fans… worth a moment~~


Like William Wordsworth and Dave Robicheaux, when I feel the world is too much for us and that late and soon we lay waste to our powers getting and spending, I add greater weight to the weight borne by the wayfaring stranger who finds himself surrounded by the proselytes of irrationality and incoherence.

In moments like these I reflect on the eccentricities of the times in which I grew up, starting with radio stations XERF and XERA in Coahuila, Mexico, located just across the Rio Grande from Del Rio, Texas.

One of the sponsors was Dr. Romulus Brinkley, who specialized in the implantation of goat glands in men who suffered impotence. As a bonus,some of Brinkley’s procedures got rid of all the patient’s problems by simply killing the patient. (Brinkley’s father was a physician in the Confederate Army. You wonder why we lost the war?)

The Carter family broadcast from these stations, and so did Wolf Man Jack, who became a millionaire when he was twenty-one. Crack-brain preachers, faith healers, and con men of every stripe showed up on these stations along the Tex-Mex border, including the Black Panthers, white supremacists, vendors of baby chicks and aphrodisiacs and atomic-war survival booklets and glow-in-the-dark table cloths painted with the Last Supper. One fellow sold miracle photographs taken of Jesus in a vegetable garden.

I’m not making this up. My favorite Tex-Mex religious broadcaster (I’ll use a pseudonym so his relatives don’t sign on to our Facebook group) was Brother Zachariah, who would become so breathless in his tirades he would almost pass out at the microphone. But one Saturday night he went absolute crazy; you could hear the spittle flying from his mouth. At first I couldn’t understand what he was talking about. Then I remembered he often did collective faith healings at the end of his show.

“I’m being sued!” he shouted. “But it wasn’t my fault!”

He sounded like he had a garrote around his throat; you could hear him gasping for air. I still didn’t know what he was talking about. Then he said, “Just like I do every Saturday night, I told people to put their hands on the radio. How could I know that woman was washing dishes? It blowed her plumb out of her pantyhose!”

Remember Randy’s Record Shop, from Gatlinburg,Tennessee? You could hear his show all over the South. He’d kick off the show at midnight with Albert Ammons’ “Swanee River Boogie.” He sold a half million records a year over the air. How about Frantic Ernie Durham out of Detroit? His sponsor was Black Strap Molasses Laxative. Frantic Ernie would start his show with:

“Do you wake up in the morning with that fatty, constipated feeling? Do you have a hard knot in your bowels? Drink Black Strap Molasses Laxative! It will keep you reg’lar!”

How do you top that?

But my favorite fellow was a late-night Los Angeles DJ who was obviously manic and I’m sure used to wrap his head in tinfoil and stick it in a microwave to get a jump-start on the day. This is a paraphrase but pretty close to his machine-gun delivery:

“Hey, all you refugees from Hush Puppy Land, we’re kicking it off with the hippy-dippy from Mississippi, yes, indeed, Mr. Jimmie Reed, followed by that late and great secretary of state Mr. James Brown, and for all ‘yall up in the Fruit Bowl we got big, bad, bashful, blue-eyed, banjo-banging Buck Owens from Bakersville. It’s righteous, brother! Right on, California! Let’s Boogie, Children!”

Anyway, that’s the way it was back down the track, Jack. So when I have fears about our green republic and the ways of meretricious men and their venal enterprises, I remind myself that the names of the players may change but the script remains the same, that the race is not to the swift, that the earth abidth forever, and the sun also rises.

Ernest Hemingway certainly knew that, as did Sir John Newton did when he composed “Amazing Grace,” as did the unknown black slaves who passed down the haunting lyrics of “Wayfaring Stranger.”

All members of the Your Ladyship and Noble Mon Club keep it in E-major.

All the best,


BzzzZZ Off!

Over this last weekend [July 19-21] 30+ of us had our yearly hammocking “hang” down at the Harold Parker State Forest outside Boston. Our sites were right on a rise above a quiet pond and there had been rain… so, 8:22pm and the BUGS CAME OUT!

This year, Moosenut Falls was able to contribute the “Bug Juice Buffet” shown above. The folks attending and visiting with us were able to try out a wide selection of insect repellents of all types… DEET, picariden, IR 3535 and any number of “eco-friendly” botanicals.

“As the box sez, “Try What You Want~~ Find What Works For YOU”.

[My many thanks to the vendors who donated so generously. I will be doing a post featuring the donated products ASAP]

A Plaudit and Homage…

Dear Maine, 
You get me like no one gets me. You woo me, I mean, I crush on you so hard. Thank you for always being there when I need you with your rivers, lakes, mountains, ponds, rolling hills, farmlands, your coastline welcoming the mighty Atlantic, all of the creatures that live naturally on your lands and in your waters…I mean, you’re so pure that I can see the Milky Way perfectly in your night skies, lit up with fireflies and owls and loons singing, your sunsets that are truly “sunsets” and not just mad pollution being lit up. I guess what I’m trying to say is, Maine, I’m madly in love with you.

Your soulmate, 


The woman who wrote this is a friend, and when I saw this I knew I needed to share it… SHE gets it!

Hang Time Hook has been produced!

I am really excited to announce that my friend Eric Johnson’s Hang Time Hook has come out of development, through production and is now in distribution to vendors.

Eric was 3-D printing the prototypes of this in his basement, and everyone I know who saw them got one.

They are a niche product for those who use a hammock. However, if you hang in a gathered end hammock this is the balls.

The HTH allows you to hang your phone [or anything else you want] from the large clip, which then can be swiveled to whatever angle you need. [I mostly just use mine to keep my phone up and out from under me, and so I can conveniently touch it to check the time n the dark. It also works great with my GoalZero USB fan for hot nights!] Earbuds and glasses can hang off the tabs, and the large hole at the top will accept anything with a button sewn on. The whole clip can be slid along the ridgeline of the hammock and then “fixed” in place with a cordlock, but can still easily be moved as need dictates.

I suspect everyone who is going to the group hammock hang this coming weekend will be looking to pick up a finished product… I’m just hoping he brings enough in black.