Saturday, February 23, 2008

The Legend of Anton Tozbar



In 1871 a nasty bear came into the poor Trenta valley, making damage. So, the best hunters of Trenta valley decided to get rid of him. It was April, 1871, when they organised a big hunt, where one group closed the whole valley of Beli potok and proceeded from bottom of the valley upwards, while the second group of five hunters went even much earlier around the mountain group (Pihavec), closing the valley from above. They knew the beast was somewhere in the steep valley, but the outcome of the hunt was uncertain.

It was morning and Anton Tozbar was on the edge of the upper group, near Planja walls, when suddenly the big brown beast appeared in front of him. No possible escape for both of them! The bear was pushed by noisy people, Tozbar was standing on the narrow ledge, the only possible passage. The first shot from some 80 feet distance was a good one, but not deadly. The animal ran further down and Tozbar after it, loading the gun once again. Suddenly the bear mounted on his last feet, prepared to attack, Tozbar aimed carefully and shot the second bullet from the distance of some 20 feet. The bear was deadly shot, but before breathing its last, reached Tozbar who could now fight only with bare hands and the empty gun. With its last powers the beast tore off Tozbar's lower jaw, when one of the other hunters came. The beast jumped after him, the man jumped up a rocky wall, holding for a pine-bush, but the beast still tore his leg. Then the bear finally died. When other hunters came, they found the poor Tozbar all in blood, but still alive.

Tozbar survived, but was doomed for the rest of his life to wear a kerchief under his nose by way of hiding and protecting the gaping wound. He could only feed on soup and liquids, so he carried the appropriate equipment all the time with him, hunting, working, guiding on mountains, living for 20 more years. At the time of accident Tozbar had one child, all others came after the accident. The story also goes (told by Julius Kugy) that one day he travelled to the dentist in Ljubljana, due to a teribble toothache (in the upper jaw, of course). The civil dentist accepted him, he took off his kerchief after which he cried 'Jesus, Maria, Josef' and lost consciousness. A military doctor was needed to take care of the poor man. The look on Tozbar's wound had to be terrible. The poor man died in a work accident, hit by a falling tree. Still nowadays you can see near his home, at the first house at the bottom of serpentines of the road over Vrsic a sign with a picture on it, showing this accident.

Source: Julius Kugy: Aus vergangener Zeit. Leykam Verlag, Graz, 1943.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Words


Here is a short list from the book Five Rings on how to live according to the WAY.

1. Do not think dishonestly
2. The way is to train
3. Have knowledge of every art
4. Know the ways of all professions
5. Know the difference between profit and loss in worldly matters
6. Develop intuition and understanding of all things
7. See that which cannot be seen
8. Attend even to the seemingly insignificant
9. Do nothing which is useless.

The author of the book is likely the most famous of all samurai swordsmen. He won sixty duels from the age of thirteen. He later became a strategist and began trying to understand the way. No matter what religion, matter of employment or sex these rules can easily apply to ones life.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Be Prepared


I dont know if this is overkill or just enough.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Ouray Ice Fest


I just got back from the Ouray Ice Fest. What can I say about the thing. Its not a good time to go climb, there are so many people there. But everything else is amazing. I was volunteering with the american alpine club (americanalpineclub.org). This an amazing group of people (not just climbers)that have alot to offer. But the community is the best part. The ice fest is a great time for climbers to hang out and watch the upper echelon of the group kick ass. And it also the best time to develop friendships, drink beer and eat food. I would like to give some special shout outs.

Bruce Franks and the whole Asolo/Lowe Alpine team
Some of the most truly great and helpful people I met. And thanks Bruce for the Ninja.

Charlie and Paul of the Access Club. I never shared a better tent space with an equally minded organization.

JP, Dana, Brittany, Hunter, Matt, The guys from Prescott, and the rest of the American Alpine Club for being very relaxed and just fun to sit in the cold with.

The rest of the Texas crew for driving all that way to climb ice.

Jim, Peter and Doug, for just being some kick ass dudes. Definately looking forward to the next Durango visit.

Zach and the golden crew for the mustaches and good times.

Billy for being the best random roommate ever. I look forward to climbing with you.

Rob and Christo from patagonia for the help and the rolly cig.

Eileen from Primaloft for introducing me to the wonders of primaloft insulation.

JT from Black Diamond for the best hangover I have seen in a long time.

Rob and Abe for all your hard work at the fest.

Margot for the amazing silver leather pants

John and Pamela Varko for the puking offer at Vedavou

Jim and Terry for the belay info. Much appreciated, my knees stay so warm now.

Phil and Paul of Mountain Gear for the constant insults.

Wolfgang for the sweet nomics.

And all the others that were involved in the amazing time I had.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Hazy. Thats the only word that can convey what I feel right now. I woke up in my truck this morning. I cannot believe what this town (Waco) can do to a man. I am in my favorite coffee shop trying to make some damn sense of what...I do not know. Thought is lost at this point. The synapses in my brain are firing slow enougn for me to feel them.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Dante

If I had rhymes both rough and stridulous,
As were appropriate to the dismal hole
Down upon which thrust all the other rocks,
I would press out the juice of my conception
More fully; but because I have them not,
Not without fear I bring myself to speak;
For 'tis no enterprise to take in jest,
To sketch the bottom of all the universe,
Not for a tongue that cries Mamma and Babbbo.

Sunday, November 18, 2007