The VHF World – March 2012 Poems

30 Mar


VHF means very high frequency (for marine radio communication).


Part One

All morning
talk on the VHF,
a pod of Orcas
swimming close to shore heading
up the inlet.
Now someone says,
“the whales are at cruising speed.”
But we are too far
from open
waters to catch a glimpse.
In this protected cove.
A popular spot
for the eagle
to keep watch.
Well protected from the wind.
All morning I can hear their
unmistakable call.
Some days later
scratched my list
thanks to radio
alerts of whale pod
of all males.
Seen through binoculars an
adult with 2 bulls and baby.
Close to shore.

Part Two

Now I know why eagles
holler so much in the morning.
Lately a female cougar
scavenging for
lack of prey likely
all hiding or gone,
from a helicopter
doing a geo study,
for precious metals,
in the mountains,
for a few weeks,
with an alien look
extended front probe
frightened the bejesus
out of, all kinds of wild animals.
One morning I ran outdoors
chasing an eagle
picture (again),
camera in hand failed
to snap a back-turning cougar
Stunningly close.
A warning not heard,
by all the locals two days
later shot unafraid.

Part Three

Talk about the cougar’s
death on marine radio.
How she stood ground
when a bear stick thrown
and then chased two men
inside their cabin.
(I was away when this happened.)
But heard the story on VHF.
Their next door neighbour shot the cougar.
About two to three years old
weighing sixty pounds.
There was nothing
in the cougar’s stomach
raised questions,
Was it sick or starving?
Although common
occurrence of
death by starvation,
from straying too far from home ground.
Male cats leave sooner than female offspring,
who stay until time to mate and breed.
Desperation and fear
possible scenario
and speculation
that logging at the tops of mountains
cause of lost habitat and food.
Forced to leave familiar ground,
for survival
backfires when logging in hectare patches
occurs in proximity too close for
continuation of food chain
by all wildlife.
If you can believe some claim that crabs
disappear with logging.
Possibly wood fiber
in water compromises food,
since a far-fetched tale it is to wager
that crabs hear forests falling?

Part Four 

What would you do,
if confronted with a cougar?
Stay calm and talk confidently
to this animal which attacks
less often than myth
suggests only an average each year
once triggered by sudden
movements especially,
on the ground first
pick all children up,
who are primary targets.
Back away slowly
since turning away
indices the cougar to pounce.
Mountain lions outwit using strength
those who show fear with first response to
turn away and retreat.
Don’t crouch or hide,
under some false presumption,
that the best hunter,
in the woods is anything less
than a sharp shooter
when it comes to meal time.
While walking in the woods carry a stick.
Even sturdy tree branches,
in the event,
of an aggressive attack from a wild cat.
Waving a strong stick wildly with loud
voice implies challenge for cougars.
Some sources claim the best chances,
to scare this dangerous
beast is fight back.
Escaping with wounds better
than dying from resignation to
a fight for who is more dominant is
what it boils down to.
If respect games fails
slow gravitate
to higher ground where height effects
advantage where a case of survival
for a mother with two
children out for a walk in the woods
stalked for some time, then surprised
by sudden confrontation.
Better still,
always use caution especially in
remote locations and know what
animals live in close by forests.
Cougars play a role
in the food chain cycle.

March Fish Derby (abbreviated from Saturday morning VHF transmissions)                                                                  

“It’s called the monsoon derby.”
Zz z click click
“Hello, hello got your ears on
at Poett’s Nook?”
“Contagious are you on channel six?
“You still at the cabin?”
“Yeah, got the fever. Cabin fever hah.”
“We lost a screamer out here this morning
and we have a five pounder in here.”
click, click” Where are you?”
“About a mile, two miles from
where you were yesterday.”
“No Reason, No Reason,
What time are going for rehab?”
“Got an appointment for nine o’clock.”
“Any luck so far?”
“No we’re still on the ground.”
“Bite Me, Bite Me, Lenora.
“Got a green, black, red one on you name it.”
“Ten four, roger that.”
“How you doing?”
“Caught a few small ones last evening,
but none so far this morning.”
“We gotta fix some gear,
maybe we’ll see you later okay?”
“Maybe One Day, Maybe One Day, What If.”
“Are you out there Paul?”
“Ten four. Where are you?”
“Headed out to Rainy Bay.”
“The rain, the wind
and a few small ones – oh
caught another small one, just now.”
“Die For Trying, Die For Trying, Huntress.”
“Anyone hear what’s the biggest catch?”
“Wait a sec, got a double-header!”
“Roger that, good luck.”
“You got a copy John?”
“Yeah. Where are you?”
“Just this side of Nettle Island.”
“Want to meet up there tonight for supper?”
“Sounds like a plan.” click, Zz


Posted by on March 30, 2012 in cougar, eagles, Orcas, VHF marine radio


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