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Stump Water

Location:

* Granite Quarry * North Carolina *
* United States of America *

Age:

Homepage:

www.kimandbarrymckenzie.com

Real life Occupation:

Clubs:

Dusty Trail Posse
Iredell Regulators
Carolina Roughriders
Olde North State Posse

Organizations:

SASS

Recent News About Me:
Nothing at this time.

My Chosen Alias (The story behind and how I picked it):

Stump Water isn't my given name. You probably guessed that. My given name is Fionnbharr Angus of the Clan MacKenzie of Seaforth. Would you go by a handle like that out here? Didn't think so.

I was born in Dornoch in the Highlands of Scotland in 1833. Years of fighting had left Clan MacKenzie destitute and a great many of us migrated to the Americas. I arrived in Charleston, South Carolina in the fall of 1860. In January of 1861, when South Carolina seceded, I was “volunteered” for the Confederate Navy. I spent the next 55 months running blockades and sneaking in and out of coastal supply points from Chesapeake to Savannah. Once we finally got word that the war was over, Captain Deeds turned the boat south and headed for the Florida Straits. We laid over in Matanzas for supplies ended up staying there for two weeks. When the Captain finally decided to shove off, all but eight of us decided to stay on for good. There wasn’t a war anymore so a Confederate Captain’s orders couldn’t get ‘em back on the boat. We all had a little money in gold & silver that we’d acquired during some inshore raids so… I guess them boys faired all right. That’s the last we ever saw of ‘em.

A few days later, on June 28 1865, the eight of us dropped anchor for the last time in the lagoon of a little fishing village in Mexico called La Pesca. Some of those Mexicans shoved off from shore in one of their fishing boats, rowed out and came up alongside tryin’ to talk to us. Capt. Deeds leaned over the rail and started talkin’ Mexican back to ‘em. Well, the rest of us just looked around at each other like we’d seen a ghost. Then Capt. Deeds went to the gun locker and passed a pistol and some powder and ball to each of us and said, “Get your belongings boys. We’re getting off this tub.” Once ashore the Capt. had a parlay with an older fellow that seemed to be the leader of the village. Afterwards the Capt. told us that we’d have some horses in about three days and saw to it that we traded our uniform clothes off for local garb. I reckon those next three days are about the easiest I’ve ever had.

On the fourth morning a column of about a hundred soldiers rode up and stopped just outside the village. Their Captain rode on in and dismounted. He and Capt. Deeds said a few words and ducked into a grass hut. About fifteen minutes later they came out, the other Captain mounted up and rode back to his men. Capt. Deeds turned to us and said, “Get ready to ride boys.”

In just a minute four of them soldiers came ridin’ up from the back of the column and each was leadin’ two saddled horses. Three of ‘em got right up to us and dropped the reins of the horses they were leadin’, then turned and went back to the column. The other handed the reins of his horses to Capt. Deeds. One of ‘em had saddlebags. Capt. Deeds looked around at us, jerked his thumb over his shoulder, then climbed aboard the horse with the saddlebags and headed out of the village. The rest of us scrambled up on a horse and followed Capt. Deeds out of the village and past the soldiers and headed North.

To be continued…..

My current guns & gear:

Uberti 1873 Border Rifle Deluxe
Winchester 1897.
Ruger Vaqueros, .45 Colt

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