There are several other Jumble blogs, but the ones I checked all started off by listing the answers. In this blog, answers can be either hinted at or masked by burying them in comments. No overt spoilers!
All hints are in the comments!
All hints are in the comments!
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Nov. 24, 2018
|| || gulch, needy, throat, willow, went whole-hog.
The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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The hunting party cautiously approached the scree, Spears at the ready, for where their prey might be. They saw the tracks it left to the mouth of the gulch, It was the wild boar the tribe had had to repulse.
It had been harassing them, one child was gone. But now the whole hunting troop went along. Past the willow copse was the hog's habitat, But it was a cul-de-sac, so the beast was trapped!
A charge from the brush, the youngest boy went down! A spear jabbed from the side and a target it found! The boar turned to its tormentor, spear yanked from his grasp, The other hunters shielded him, another spear was cast!
The boar's hide was thick, not every spear went thru. Some bounced aside, but enough the beast's blood drew! Weakened, it went down! The tribe would feast that night. The injured boy needed help, but in time would heal all right!
I'm hours late, and I didn't even think I was going to do it. S.A.D. has set in I guess. But some sense of duty nagged me enough that, even past my deadline, I started it, and by the end of the first verse, it was flowing.
I've been open in the past about being bi-polar, so a back-up admin would really be helpful. I know no one else can write doggerel like I do (much to the relief of world literature) but someone to put up the new puzzle each day (which only takes 10 minutes and no particular skill) would really be appreciated!
Along with your long list of talents, you impress with yet one more. I can't quite name it, but it is a sort of intuitive prompt. I was stuck for a while on word #3, so I turned to your poem to see if I could spot it. Nope, it's not there. But it came to me anyway. I can guess it came from your context, but I wasn't aware - not consciously - of thinking how hunters kill a boar. Nor do you suggest that this is where the tribe pointed their spears. Looking back, I think the closest you come to naming this particular answer is in the 3rd line of your 1st stanza, where a 6-word phrase points to an adjacent anatomical area. In terms of cluing, this is about as subtle as it can get. Could it be you weren't conscious of it yourself?
This solution takes me back - all the way to 1968, when my 1st wife & I gave a Twelfth Night party for friends. We decided the main menu item would be suckling pig, the kind with an apple literally in its mouth. It was absolutely delicious. I can't claim credit. She worked out all the particulars. The beast was large. (Even young hogs are enormous.) We were in a small college town in NW Massachusetts. She scouted around and found a bakery in a neighboring town that would rent us their large oven - from their closing time till the middle of the next day, in order to properly slow bake our pig. Man, I can still taste it. We all of us were in gastronomical heaven. Yes, we [fill in the J's solution here]...
Owen, I can't see the third word either. Your poem is engrossing, and really goes with the jumble, but maybe that third word would have fit in the last verse??
I would love to help out but currently have only a mobile phone that I can count on, with limited capabilities. Maybe OMK or Willbur has the equipment and knowledge?
As for the jumble, the clues came readily and then the solution was pretty obvious. I enjoy solving these most when there's a medium-sized challenge like that.
Oh, how I wish I could help, Owen. You deserve all the support we can give! But my ol' body & erratic sleep times can't be of much use to you. And when it comes to the poetic side, I'm afraid my plodding practice doesn't begin to compare with your brilliance. I sincerely hope somebody else can step up!
You are correct, I did intend to use the Jumble word there in place of "mouth". Until you and Sandy pointed it ur, I wasn't even aware I'd plugged in the wrong word!
Or maybe, Owen, if you could explain what's needed? I do come here every day, and I could post the jumble as soon as it was available. I just don't know if a cell phone has the capability.
First copy the Jumble picture (get as close to the top-left corner as can). I have a mask made up to then be copied on top of that. Then go to the blog's editing page, paste the compost picture in the template, type the date in as the title, set the schedule time to 12:00am on the next day (if you do this before midnight) punch the button marked [Publish], and that's it.
Ok. Now pretend I'm 5 years old in kindergarten: Which jumble picture -- new? Old? Where found? Mask? Where found? What blog? Where?
The rest sounds doable, I think. But clearly I have no idea where to go or how to start. If explaining seems like too much trouble, ok. But I am willing to learn.
| gulch, needy, throat, willow, went whole-hog.
11 comments:
The hunting party cautiously approached the scree,
Spears at the ready, for where their prey might be.
They saw the tracks it left to the mouth of the gulch,
It was the wild boar the tribe had had to repulse.
It had been harassing them, one child was gone.
But now the whole hunting troop went along.
Past the willow copse was the hog's habitat,
But it was a cul-de-sac, so the beast was trapped!
A charge from the brush, the youngest boy went down!
A spear jabbed from the side and a target it found!
The boar turned to its tormentor, spear yanked from his grasp,
The other hunters shielded him, another spear was cast!
The boar's hide was thick, not every spear went thru.
Some bounced aside, but enough the beast's blood drew!
Weakened, it went down! The tribe would feast that night.
The injured boy needed help, but in time would heal all right!
I'm hours late, and I didn't even think I was going to do it. S.A.D. has set in I guess. But some sense of duty nagged me enough that, even past my deadline, I started it, and by the end of the first verse, it was flowing.
I've been open in the past about being bi-polar, so a back-up admin would really be helpful. I know no one else can write doggerel like I do (much to the relief of world literature) but someone to put up the new puzzle each day (which only takes 10 minutes and no particular skill) would really be appreciated!
Along with your long list of talents, you impress with yet one more. I can't quite name it, but it is a sort of intuitive prompt. I was stuck for a while on word #3, so I turned to your poem to see if I could spot it.
Nope, it's not there. But it came to me anyway. I can guess it came from your context, but I wasn't aware - not consciously - of thinking how hunters kill a boar. Nor do you suggest that this is where the tribe pointed their spears.
Looking back, I think the closest you come to naming this particular answer is in the 3rd line of your 1st stanza, where a 6-word phrase points to an adjacent anatomical area. In terms of cluing, this is about as subtle as it can get.
Could it be you weren't conscious of it yourself?
This solution takes me back - all the way to 1968, when my 1st wife & I gave a Twelfth Night party for friends. We decided the main menu item would be suckling pig, the kind with an apple literally in its mouth.
It was absolutely delicious. I can't claim credit. She worked out all the particulars. The beast was large. (Even young hogs are enormous.) We were in a small college town in NW Massachusetts. She scouted around and found a bakery in a neighboring town that would rent us their large oven - from their closing time till the middle of the next day, in order to properly slow bake our pig.
Man, I can still taste it. We all of us were in gastronomical heaven.
Yes, we [fill in the J's solution here]...
Owen, I can't see the third word either. Your poem is engrossing, and really goes with the jumble, but maybe that third word would have fit in the last verse??
I would love to help out but currently have only a mobile phone that I can count on, with limited capabilities. Maybe OMK or Willbur has the equipment and knowledge?
As for the jumble, the clues came readily and then the solution was pretty obvious. I enjoy solving these most when there's a medium-sized challenge like that.
Oh, how I wish I could help, Owen. You deserve all the support we can give! But my ol' body & erratic sleep times can't be of much use to you.
And when it comes to the poetic side, I'm afraid my plodding practice doesn't begin to compare with your brilliance.
I sincerely hope somebody else can step up!
You are correct, I did intend to use the Jumble word there in place of "mouth". Until you and Sandy pointed it ur, I wasn't even aware I'd plugged in the wrong word!
Or maybe, Owen, if you could explain what's needed? I do come here every day, and I could post the jumble as soon as it was available. I just don't know if a cell phone has the capability.
First copy the Jumble picture (get as close to the top-left corner as can). I have a mask made up to then be copied on top of that. Then go to the blog's editing page, paste the compost picture in the template, type the date in as the title, set the schedule time to 12:00am on the next day (if you do this before midnight) punch the button marked [Publish], and that's it.
Ok. Now pretend I'm 5 years old in kindergarten:
Which jumble picture -- new? Old? Where found? Mask? Where found? What blog? Where?
The rest sounds doable, I think.
But clearly I have no idea where to go or how to start. If explaining seems like too much trouble, ok. But I am willing to learn.
The Saturday CC wore me out. I didn't even glance at it even though I did read the funnies.
The four J's I was able to do on sight just scanning. But the picture is too small to find the riddle.
I too use smartphone. If there's no doggerel I'll try to come up with something. Maybe a Haiku or two (see my rhyming skills)
Let me look at the home page. I use a Google search of "jum" which takes me to 10/2/18 . I go to current page from there.
WC
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