“and yea weasels did arm themselves thusly and wrought a vengence upon the world.”


a strange individual known as Mr. Snakepants

Hey, another weasel character

Don’t let her fool you, this pretty little gal will kick your ass.  That is if you happen to be one of the many local varmints; rat, mouse, raccoon, skunk, possum, transient cat, bunny.  I’ve seen her run up trees after ’em.  She drags full grown raccoons around by the crotch, swallows little bunnies whole and mouses like a momma cat. She wages war on the unlucky skunk hordes that move in every spring. Waltzing in the back door like nothings wrong and she can’t smell that telltale stank wafting in with her “izat me?” Sure we (I mean my wife) picked her out of the multitude of hard luck scamps at the rescues but she gives me the impression that she’s the family dog because she chooses to be. She’s not leashed or fenced, she could high-tail it anytime she wanted.  But she doesn’t.  She seems content with her daily patroling, lounging and watching us.  I was never a dog person, and after burying two in recent years, I didn’t want one.  But the wife did. Thanks hon.

Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much.—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Making sticks with Grampa Ermine is a favorite activity of mine and my daughters. Here is my current model of stick.  Made from catawba wood and a shed antler found in the mud.

when I’m not here at the tavern, I like to pose for pretentious self-portraits

logo for Nefarious Ewe www.nefariousewe.com

for my cousin’s band www.nefariousewe.com

found this one in an old Borkum Riff can under Grampa’s workbench

weasely read of the month