I was driving home from my friends Don and Kim's new house in Fort Scott and I passed over the Marais des Cygnes river a couple of times.
I always wondered what it meant and how to pronounce it correctly.
It means , Married Swans, and is pronounced Mare de zeen.
Had fun down there. Fished a farm pond owned by the banksters and caught alot of fish. I kept 8 really big Crappie. Gonna filet them tommorrow. The pond is next to my friends land in SE Kansas. Allthough the land is kind of flat, it is still a beautiful place to be.
I once saw a white 4 wheel drive pickup drive off a cliff into the Blue river. It landed head first onto a rock ledge under the water. There is a deep channel after that and it has pretty big Catfish in there.
No one was killed but one guy broke his arm. Had to be pulled up the cliff on a gurney and there were limbs and roots sticking out everywhere. I felt sorry for him! It was on the news that night. It was also before cell phones so I had to drive to burger king to call 911.
I found a song about the Marais des Cygnes by a pretty country singer. I'd like to share it with you, it's good.


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The Marais des Cygnes is a nice little river and a good place to catch flatheads and blue cat and channels, paddlefish too I think in the springtime. There's also a National Wildlife Refuge there not far from Pleasanton; when I was a kid we used to go there and shoot all sorts of birds and animals. Now that I think about it, given all the stuff we killed there it can't have seemed like much of a refuge to the wildlife. :(
The blue river guy was 4 wheeling on hiking trails in minor park. The dumb fuck obviously did'nt know where he was!
I'd like to find a good fishing spot on the Marais dec Cygnes, it seems very jungle like though and hard to get too. Maybe you could show me a good spot, Nana.
It seems very illegal to hunt on a wildlife refuge, or is that just my perception?
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Pain is not love. Love flowers; love gives without taking; love is serene and calm.
Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye...
Betrayal does that -- betrays the betrayer.
It is our old love I love.
I look forward and see myself look back.
In loving life you love what can't survive...
Why does life need evidence of life?
I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.
...I am sure that when we love we are better than ourselves and when we hate, worse.
The best slave does not need to be beaten. She beats herself.
Pain is not love. Love flowers; love gives without taking; love is serene and calm.
Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye...
Betrayal does that -- betrays the betrayer.
It is our old love I love.
I look forward and see myself look back.
In loving life you love what can't survive...
Why does life need evidence of life?
I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.
...I am sure that when we love we are better than ourselves and when we hate, worse.
The best slave does not need to be beaten. She beats herself.