The Creative Adventures Of Hawk Java

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The Creative Adventures of Hawk Java

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Chapter One

The First Appearance of the Hawk Java

I was sitting at our home one day in our East Texas farm house, which was located in the bottom of the woods, about fifteen miles east of Jefferson. And about three miles north of the Caddo River. I had just put in a good week of hard work on the farm and had nothing to do on this particular Saturday morning; so I decided to go hunting. I got my fathers old double barrel shot gun and headed south towards the bottom of the jungle to the river, where most of the wild game would usually be. I had gotten about one mile from our old farm house and I heard my hunting dogs getting after something; at the time we had a German police dog called Rex, a real mean old dog and had three other mixed breeds, that were very good at hunting game. Suddenly, I heard the dogs after something, seemed like a deer or wild hog or after some other big game. At the time we had bob cats and some half breed wild cats, which was a very big cat something like between a panther and a house cat. Usually the color of the wild cats were a brownish color with black spots and weighed about twenty five pounds or more, and verystrong and fast. They could run at a top speed of twenty five or thirty miles per hour. So I thought the dogs were after one of these until the dogs quit running and barking. In about five minutes the dogs came back to me acting very scared as if they had seen a bear or some other great big varmint. And I know if Rex, my police dog, had seen something that could over power him it must have been something very big and vicious so I began to get scared myself. I said to the dogs, "we had better get out of these woods right now as fasts as we can." Then me and the dogs started back towards home, but before we got fifty yards away from that spot I heard a loud yawning sound. It was as if somebody had just awakened out of their sleep, and I stopped to look and listen to see where the strange noise came from. I finally spotted some strange looking man like a creature, that was about eighty yards away in a thick pine tree and the tree was about a hundred and twenty feet tall or more, and at the time I couldn't make out what was up there. I could only see long black hair and a man like figure. And I began to tell myself that it couldn't be a man, not that far up on that tree it don't look like an ape or a bear because there aren't any of those down here in this part of the country but it's something. So I said to the dogs, as they were almost scared to death. "I had better turn loose both barrels of buck shots on this animal." So I pulled the hammer back on my gun and aimed it up towards the ape man or whatever it was. I began to tremble and let both barrels loose on the animal but by the time I pulled and the shots went off the wild creature had vanished from the tall tree to the ground and my dogs ran plum off and left me, and there I was facing an unknown creature about three feet away from me, and there I was facing an unknown creature about three feet away from me. At first I was very scared but the man looked very friendly and he began to speak with a very soft voice and very short English. He had seen that I was scared so he said, "come and be friends with me fellow?" And I said to myself, "I don't have any choice with this wild man." He came close and put his hand on my shoulder. "I am the EAGLE HAWK JAVA. Who are you?" But I was still scared so I tremble, "My name is me, I mean Ray."

His Name was Eagle Hawk

(One Of The Hawks Secrets)

Every time I would see or meet the hawk I would ask why did he call himself Eagle Hawk Java. He slowly sat down on a dead tree slowly turning his wise head around and about, as an eagle or an hawk would. While waiting for the sign of danger or some unwanted sound he began to say," young man I am not just called eagle hawk java but I am the eagle and hawk and java man, and the only one that will ever be. I was born with the eyes of an eagle and the wisdom of a hawk and strength of a java man. And you see Rae", as he would call me, slowly looking with those powerful brown eyes, "I haven't lived in the bottom of the woods sixty five years for nothing." But I said to him, "Mr. Hawk you don't look no sixty five years old," "yes son" he said to me "that's one of the secrets to life, growing old but don't look or get old."

A Meal With the Hawk

And suddenly the great hawk said, "let me give you a meal while you are here with me." And he sprung up into those big oak trees like a modern rocket ship and sped from limb to limb and brush to brush at the speed of a wild ape and glided down into the river, like a gliding squirrel. He went down to the bottom of the river and got one of the biggest catfish I had ever seen in my life. The weight of the fish would be about seventy pounds. He had brought the giant fish to the bank of the river and killed it with his knife, skinned it and wrapped the fish in large pieces of tree bark. He then buried it about two inches under the sand and built a fire over the fish and in about one hour the Hawk said, "come young man lets eat" and we did. And it was one of the best meals in my life. I didn't know what to call it broil, baked or maybe just a java cooked meal.

The Realistic Hawk

(Black Bold and Soul)

JAVA: The nature of the Negro and the African Natives, the spirits and powers of earthly Gods.

HAWK: The Faith and firmness, the truthfulness, willingly ness and faithfulness; and eager to fight with pure strength, as the American Indians.

EAGLE: The center point of our nations and man. The heart of all people races creed and color. The righteousness of all good, true ideas of the world and of man kind.

Black Eagle Hawk Java Man

All the animals watch out for Black Hawk Java Man Cause he'll catch, cook and eat them whenever he can He lives all alone, never needs a helping hand. This super cool Java Man lives off the fat of the land. Swinging from this branch and hanging on that limb If you think someone is around it just might be him He's not afraid of nothing and can do what he says he can Nothing or no one is quite as strong as the Java Man. Fighting a pack of gators or maybe a few wild dogs Dining on a rattle snake a deer or a bull frog. He hasn't many friends maybe one or two. Maybe to you people this seems like a few But the Black Hawk Java Man has friends Many more than you or I They may not all be people but anything from a lion to a fly.

Read the Boy Scouts Dreams Goat Island

"Playing Ground for Eagle Hawk Java" And A Boy Scouts Paradise

In the Northwest cool waters of Caddo Lake, you will find the island called Goat Island, about five acres of beautiful white sand land surrounded by the waters of Caddo Lake.

On this wonderful island you will find beautiful water lilies, old aged goat bones, and skeletons from long ago. Also, you will find big bullfrogs, wild deer, re-fox squirrels, and gray-cat squirrels. All for good eating. Most of all, you will find long beautiful soft green moss hanging ten to twenty feet long from the trees of Goat Island.

Looking for rough fun and excitement? Take a trip to Alligator Thicket in North Central Caddo Lake, the gathering place for alligators during the spring and summer months. The alligators come together to raise their young ones on the soft sandy island. In the past years, there has been known to be seventy-five to two hundred alligators on the small island. Animals have been eaten by rough reptiles, such as dogs and wild hogs. Fishing boats have even been attacked by the monsters. Some people have taken young gators for pets from the Island of The Alligator Thicket.

The Legend of Eagle Hawk Java

Meaning Swift Wise Powerful Understanding Wisdom Godlly Colorful Cleanliness Greatness Fly High Fly Straight Look Strong Careful Watchful Think

RACE: 30% 40% 30% 100% WHITE INDIAN BLACK MAN

Eagle Hawk Java the Strong Young Man of the Jungle Woods of East Texas

The Hawk Takes me to Some Islands in Caddo Lake

Called Horse Island, Goat Island and Alligator Thicket, "Come on Rae lets go have some fun." I said to myself, "I have had to much fun with this wild man already," but being his only man friend; I said "ok Hawk old buddy let's go." So the Hawk takes me on his back and down the Caddo River. He carried me at the speed of a black bass fish on south Caddo Lake, through the cypress trees and through the thick moss and brush. Then we came upon a spot of land in the middle of the lake, "this island", says Hawk "this is called horse island." I said to myself why is this place called horse island? I don't see horses here. Hawk replied, "no there aren't any horses here now but back in the late 1800's there were many wild horses at this place; farmers and ranchers would come and catch the wild horse and tame them to work them. That is why this place is called Horse Island but now there are only turtles and snakes left here." So, the Hawk began to climb trees and shot at by a hunter and the Hawk swung down and caught me by the hand, I don't see horses here. Hawk repled, "no there aren't any horses here now but back in the late 1800's there were many wild horses at this place; farmers and ranchers would come and catch the wild horse and tame them to work them. That is why this place is called Horse Island but now there are only turles and snakes left here." So, the Hawk began to climb trees and swung from limbs and turned flips like an East Texas squirrel that was being shot at by a hunter and the Hawk swung down and caught me by the hand, lifted me up into the tall cypress trees and said, "follow me around awhile in these trees." So I did as much as I could so after awhile I told the Hawk I was tired and let's go rest. So he dropped down on the ground and I swung down on a limb on his back and we rested for a while. He told me old story's about how farmers used to cut hay for their cows and horses from the lake bottom before the lake was even there. Then he said. "Lets hit the water to Goat Island, so away we swam to a place called Goat Island.

On Goat Island

So the Java man took me to a small island in central Caddo Lake; the name of the island was Goat Island and it was a beautiful place with very deep sand and flowers; and with beautiful green lizards and blue spotted ones also. We even seen yellow snakes and lamp eels playing in small mud holes. So we played on the island as two young boys would play in a new city park. From one mud hole to another and from cypress tree to the other. Jumping from log to log like bullfrogs and after half of the day playing and running with the hawk he said to me, "have you ever had any frogs to eat? They are good meat, good for the muscles and body. I will go catch us a few big bullfrogs for our dinner." So the great Java Man leaped up into a tree and down into the lake of moss and came up with two large bullfrogs, weighing about six pounds apiece. He began to tear the skin off of the frogs, still alive, hollering and bellowing for mercy and he hung the two grogs over the camp fire; and they began to roast and kick and in about one hour they were well cooked and ready to eat and me and the hawk ate our frog dinner on Goat Island. So Eagle Hawk said, "now that we are full of good food for the muscles lets go see how good we can handle some little alligators;" and I hollered, "alligators!". And the hawk said yes, "they are about six to ten feet long" and I said, "oh well I wont run out on you now; just because of a few little alligators;" as bad as I wanted to run. So the Hawk and I left Goat Island heading for a place called Alligator Thicket.

The Second Appearance of the Java Man

My 1954 Adventure of Goat Island with the Java Man.

We had heard the great historical legend of Hawk Java so we wanted to see this so called Java man ourselves, to see if the story's that we had heard about the Hawk were true or false. So we wanted to set out for a journey to Caddo Lake; where we were told we could see the historical Native of Caddo Lake bottom. Which so many people had reported and seen the real native Java Man. My friends and I, headed to some fishing camps located in the north west Caddo lake. The owner of the camp said, "I have not had a chance to see this Hawk Java myself but fishermen and hunters have seen him, and some have met him on some of the islands in the lake." So we asked the camp owner if we could rent some boats from him to take an adventure to the islands to see the Java Man. So he let us have some boats and paddles for a trip to Goat Island. There we were told we would have a better chance to see the Hawk because this island was his main play ground. So we all got into the boats and started East towards Goat Island paddling our boats down the boat road to the Hawk's play ground. As we began to approach the island we looked for some signs of Hawk Java, some were even using binoculars. So we landed on Goat Island which was beautiful white sand and long, beautiful, gray moss hanging from the trees up to fifteen feet long. We began our search again for signs of Hawk Java. We looked all over the five acre island for signs of the native man and finally after about two hours on Goat Island one of my friends said, "you all come here I think I found something." So we all went over where he was. He was on the edge of the lake in a very thick moss place. We could not see him at first, not until we got within three feet of him because the green moss was just that thick, so we cut our way through the moss thicket to see what our friend was so excited about it was a large bed made out of moss and it was very well built; large enough for a man. One of the women that were with us said, "this is where the native have been sleeping and it wasn't long ago." So we decided that we had a chance to see Hawk Java at last but we wondered how and when he would be back to his sleeping place. Some said that the native could be gone for days, he could be over on Caddo River or on some of the other islands in the lake; and some agreed that this could be so. But we decided to stay there until we had a chance to see this Hawk Man at that time it was getting late over in the evening; so we all gathered fire wood for a camp fire to stay the rest of the night if we had to. Just to see hawk java. Sometime after 10 o clock's some were laying around the fire, and some were sleeping; all of a sudden we heard a loud yawning sound that seemed like it was two miles out in the middle of the lake. We all jumped up and said, "that's him that's the java man, let's hope he comes in close enough insight for us to meet him." We all stood around and waited for the appearance of the Hawk and in about twenty minutes we heard the yawning noise again but this time it was about fifty feet away up in the trees and all of sudden the six foot tall java jumped down out of a tall cypress tree right in our midst and just stood there looking, not saying a word. We did not know what to say at that moment so the Hawk said, "the wind tells me you are looking to see me." And we all said, "yes we are. We have been waiting for you to show up." And just as we were beginning to tell the java man our names one of my friends snapped a picture with a flash. It must have scared the native because in a split second he sprung up in the trees at the speed of a jungle cat and sailed through the thick moss at the speed of a cat and was out of sight. We stayed the rest of the night hoping the Hawk would return but our hopes were in vain. So, the next morning we got our boats and left the island feeling like we were never going to see the jungle man again; but at least we had got to see the historical Java Man that so many people had always dreamed of doing.

(Continues...)

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