Glad you decided to drop by my blog. I enjoy story telling and making up stories. Therefore, I decided to start this blog to share some of my stories with anyone who may be interested. If you enjoy what you read here, please tell others about it. I promise to never post a story here which you would be ashamed to read to your children (or be ashamed if someone caught you reading it).


C. Bowman

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Pictures from the Okefenokee Swamp Park in Waycross, Georgia

Most of you who read this blog probably know by now that I have a serious love of the Okefenokee Swamp in South Georgia. Not only do I write about it (Okefenokee Tales), but I also work one day a week in there as a boat guide. I get to meet many people from all over the world. Recently I have met folks from Germany, Colombia, the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, Japan, and many other parts of the USA. I really enjoy teaching others about the Okefenokee. And yes, all the animals one would encounter on our boat tours or when walking the boardwalks and pathways are WILD, not tame, and should be treated as such.
 I thought I would share a few pictures taken today while I was in the swamp. ENJOY! And come visit, you will love it!
A Great Blue Heron stands patiently on one leg waiting for a meal to swim by within striking range.

A juvenile alligator resting in his "gator hole". This one is about 18 months old.

A boatload of tourists arrive back at the boat dock after their 45 minute tour. 

A Gray Squirrel resting in a the warm morning sun on a cool spring morning.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

My Father's Okefenokee Swamp

I remember a story my dad once told me. It was a story about a time when he was living as a boy on the edge of the great Okefenokee Swamp of South Georgia. His father was a watchtower man whose job it was to watch out over the swamp and report any wild fires which might begin from lightening strikes during thunderstorms.

One day my dad, who was maybe 10 years old or so, was walking down a trail there near where he lived along the edge of the swamp. He was tired so he sat down on a large log to rest. The log was hollow and he did not realize it. Suddenly from out of the end of the log came a mother skunk with some young ones following her! 

Of course, to be sprayed by a skunk is a very bad thing. My father didn’t want that to happen so he jumped quickly to his feet and began to run. I asked him about what happened to the skunk. He never looked back to see, so he didn’t know if it attempted to rise up on its front legs and squirt its foal spelling spray at him or not.

My dad’s life during the few short years he lived along the edges of the swamp were filled, I think, with adventures. He told me of his parents awakening early and walking around in the house with heavy footsteps. They did this to vibrate the floor’s wooden boards so the snakes which had crawled into the house during the night would leave. 

He also told me a story of taking spoiled bread and breaking it into pieces and leaving them on the front porch at night. Then he and his brothers and sisters would hide and watch out the window for bears which might come up to the house and eat the bread from the front porch. 

He loved his days on the Okefenokee Swamp as a young boy. As I was growing up, he taught me to love it and respect all of God’s wonderful creation. The Bible teaches us that we are to take care of the world as good stewards. It was given to us to use for our enjoyment and for living, but we are to care for it. Unfortunately, many have forgotten that. (Genesis 1)

We who say we follow the teachings of Christ should also be mindful of how we treat God’s creation which has been entrusted to us. The book of Romans, chapter 1 verses 18-20, tells us that creation gives evidence of God to those who live in the world. If we abuse creation by polluting it and otherwise killing its natural beauty, we interfere with that. Maybe it is time we followers of Christ remember one of the first things God entrusted to us and begin to recover a sense of responsibility for it. We should use it as God intended us to… with respect.

My father lived along the edges of the Okefenokee at a time when it was filled with natural beauty and he was blessed by it. Fortunately, it has been protected since the 1930’s by the United States government so no one has been allowed to destroy its beauty. Today, it is a place where many go for bird watching, camping, and wildlife photography.

The End

If you enjoyed this story, you can read other pieces I wrote about the Okefenokee in my book Okefenokee Tales which is available on .

Saturday, March 25, 2017

My Newest Published Story

Those of you who enjoy my fictional stories can find my newest published one in the recent issue of Waycross Magazine at this website:

The story is set along the beautiful Satilla River here in South Georgia. The time period is about 1830 or so.
Hope you enjoy it!

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Minnie's Lake

(Written to commemorate our recent camping trip in the Okefenokee Swamp.)

Slowly, with wonder,
The two adventurers glided,
Through the cool dark waters,
Of the Okefenokee.

Nearby, with a chirp,
A frog leapt to safety.
A bulbous snout,
Slowly sank from sight.

Twisting through cypress guardians,
The two traveled on.
As feathered heralds,
 Announced their passing.

Yellowed eyes watched from camouflaged positions,
Alligator smiles and twisting turtle heads tracked,
The loaded canoe as paddles slowly dipped,
And the two adventurers bravely glided on.

Finally, as the watery trail broadened slightly,
A wooden haven showed its weathered roof,
Above the hurrah bushes and burned over stumps,
And two adventurers glided in to find their rest.

Clint Bowman
Feb. 2017

Headed north through the great Okefenokee Swamp on what is considered to be the middle fork of the headwaters of the Suwanee River. 

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Sahara Raid

(I lived in northern Nigeria for 14 years. I often saw Tuareg men who traveled down from Niger to work as night watchmen. They were highly sought after for that position, due to their reputation as warriors.)


Blinding bright heat on a desert sand,

Blue and black figures flowing cross,

Galloping camels bringing men,

Another caravan suffers loss.


With weapons waving mid shrill cries,

Flowing robed warriors dance with glee.

As the sun in western sky now falls,

Spoils in hand cross the dunes they flee.


Clint Bowman

9Dec. 1995