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

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

Thursday, December 29, 2016

FREE eBook on being a leader! A two day offer.

Dec 30-31 I am making an eBook free for downloading. If you have ever thought that maybe you should be leading in your church or ministry, check this book out. A good "first look" at leadership, especially for young people. As a former church leader and missionary team leader, I felt that writing such a book might help some younger adults who desire to step out and take leadership positions.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Christmas Challenge

(This is a sequel to “An Under-the Pier Christmas” which I wrote and posted on my blog in 2011)

It had been a rough year. The Under-the-Pier neighborhood had gone through a lot. First, there was the sinking of the old tug boat tied up to the St. Simon’s Island pier. Though the humans had raised it and taken it away, it had caused quite a bit of damage to the sea creatures’ homes.

Then there were the two big storms which had caused such damage with their winds and messed up tides. The bottom had been badly affected by the shifting sands and mud banks. Once again many sea creatures had lost their homes. Why, Billy Crab was missing for a whole week before he managed to tunnel his way back out of the mess!
Then there was the invasion by the dolphins. These playful creatures often visited the area daily, but this time they came in such numbers and were so playful that they had unintentionally wreaked havoc on the community. Several of Billy’s cousins had been playfully carried far out into the sound before they had been dropped off by the dolphins. They thought it great fun to use the crabs as objects to be playfully thrown across the waves and then rapidly retrieved. Then teams of the dolphins would use the crabs to play keep-away, also.

All in all, it had been a rough year for the sea creatures which normally lived somewhat peaceful lives below the St. Simon’s Island pier. And now as Christmas approached, they were exhausted from dealing with so many events. As some of their leaders gathered to discuss how the holiday would be observed their meeting was somber. So many homes had been lost and damaged. Few of their decorations were to be found. “What to do?” they wondered.
Someone later said they thought it had been Wiley Sea Turtle who came up with the idea. No one really remembers for sure who it was, but a gentle voice spoke above the din of discussion and asked, ”What about borrowing some decorations?” Sally Starfish asked immediately, ”From where?” The crowd looked around as the question sank in on them.
“Well… there is the old abandoned cottage just near the lighthouse. Those people used to have a lot of decorations around on their little pier. They just drove away one day and never came back. At least that is what Herman Crab told me last year. Maybe they left their decorations.” For a few minutes, no one spoke. The thought began to bring smiles of relief as the creatures suddenly erupted into many “Maybes” and “Could be’s” and several “Let’s go look’s”. Soon a decision had been made and several brave crab folk volunteered to approach the long abandoned cottage along the beach and scout out the possibilities.


The day before Christmas several of the Under-the-Pier folk were hanging out near Ralphie Crab’s lunch bar admiring the decorations gently swaying in the morning’s current. “That was a GREAT idea!” stated Billy Starfish with a huge smile on his face. “Yep!” chimed in the crowd. “Who all participated in bringing the decorations back from the cottage?” asked Lily Starfish, as she looked around. “Oh those guys are easy to spot,” said Herman Crab.  “They are the Crab folk with the long scratch marks on their shells,” he said. “No one knew that a wild house cat claimed that cottage as his own and they had to wrestle him into a knotted pile of garland in order to get the rest of the decorations out of there.”

“Well, they sure are brave Crab folk!” declared Lily. “Yes, they are!” agreed the crowd. “And,” chimed in Herman, ”They have already agreed to return the decorations after Christmas. Seems that now, every time that cat sees a crab, he spits and hisses and runs off! They don’t think he will be a problem for them next time!” The crowd laughed as they all admired the beautiful decorations.  



BIBLE...Luke 2:1-20.


Sunday, November 27, 2016

Attack of the Raccoons!

(This little true story is from my book, Okefenokee Tales, which is available on the sidebar.)

Like that title? Well, it was not exactly an attack...more like a raid.
You see, many years ago we were canoeing through the Okefenokee Swamp from the east side entrance near Folkston, Georgia, headed for the southwest exit at Stephen Foster State Park.

I had my little brother with me then and a group of boys and men from a church. We were about 15 miles in and had stopped for the night near the end of the Suwanee canal run. We made camp, cooked supper and had plans to sleep peacefully through the night after the many hours of paddling. I knew we might be visited during the night by raccoons or some other critter, so I instructed the group to hang the garbage bag from a high tree limb, which they did. In fact it was hanging slightly out over the edge of the water in which there were alligators going to and fro on their alligator business.

About an hour after sundown, with darkness in full mode, the raccoons began their attack! Padding almost with ghostly silence they suddenly were everywhere! They first made for the canoes and found our full size ice chest in one of them. With almost no effort, they pulled the lid off which landed with a loud clatter in the bottom of the canoe. This loud, unexpectedly loud and echoing, noise seemed to call the alligators to zero in on the raiding raccoons. It also startled the raccoons themselves.

Our guys shot out of their tents to save the food in the ice chest! The raccoons scattered, the alligators whipped to and fro in the water's edge looking for a careless meal...animal or human would probably have been fine with them. The boys quickly secured the ice chest's top with a menagerie of ropes and crisscrossed paddles and whatever other gear they could find. They also canoed out and retrieved a floating vest which one of the raccoons had knocked into the water. This vest had attracted the attention of an alligator so a paddle was used to whack him in the snout and retrieve the vest. 

Now, the second wave of the attack was launched! The crafty critters climbed up into the large tree and out on the limb from which our trash was suspended. At that point one of them dove down onto the hanging bag and crashed it to the ground! The trash was everywhere and the buffet was open!

Our guys grabbed paddles and shoes to throw and launched a counter attack to try and save the mess from being carried off into the swamp. After a momentary standoff, the raccoons retreated. The trash was gathered and someone allowed it to be put into their tent for the night. Everyone settled down and lay awake for a while inside their tents recounting their individual acts of bravery to their tent mates (in case they had missed it during the fracas). It was a while before they could sleep after so much excitement.

The next day saw us exit the swamp after a difficult push through some very grown over spots along the trails we followed out. We had no further issues with wildlife and the boys (and the men) loved the trip!

For weeks afterwards, boys recounted this night's adventure to anyone at church or school who would listen. I am sure the size and ferocity of the raccoons grew as the stories were told and retold.
The End
If you would like to learn more about the Okefenokee Swamp (America’s largest fresh water swamp), check out these websites:       (I work here part time)