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Ron Reil's Home Page Geologist, Blacksmith, Engineer, Rancher, & Fireman (Image of me on the summit of Mt. Borah, Idaho's highest peak. Click to enlarge.) Contact me by phone: (208) 462-4028 Site Map - Links to all Blacksmithing and Other Pages on This Site The Reil Ranch Current Weather & Web Cam Page My "New Home and Shop Page" Decorative Metalwork "Gallery" Page Links to My Latest Writings Notice! ABANA has graciously consented to host my web site. I was concerned that after having had three flat-line heart attacks, and three other less serious heart events, my future could end at any time. I wanted to insure that the blacksmithing information I have in my many web pages would be preserved into the future for the metalworking community, and ABANA made that possible. A big thank you goes to ABANA. Update 6 Jan 2016: Here I am, about to turn 70, and I am still here and doing great! I am amazed at that, but in case you think it is just being lucky, it isn't. For those of you who are suffering from one or more degenerative diseases (syndromes), I want to say that you do not need to suffer from them, as I found I was doing some years ago. Finally, after four flat-line heart attacks, and several other slightly less serious heart events, I took charge of my own health, spent 18 months of 6 to 8 hours a day, 7 days a week, doing Internet research, and collected a huge database of health related documentary information and reports totaling 150 Gb at this time, and covering almost every type of degenerative disease, which are not diseases at all but "syndromes" of the body caused by poor nutrition and toxins over a long period of time. Using the information I collected I was eventually able to flush all my heart meds down the toilet and take charge of my own health and future. I have now fully reversed my heart disease and have my life back, and the best part, I do not take any medications now at all other than one 81 mg aspirin a day. With my change in lifestyle came some very beneficial surprises, including going from a weight of 220 pounds to 134 pounds in a little over 3 months, totally unexpected. The results were amazing, and my doctor, who I had asked to "ride shotgun" with me while I made this huge lifestyle change, and who didn't believe in anything I was doing, after three years of steady improvement and seeing my resulting excellent blood work and various scans, finally admitted he "was now a believer," which was a huge step for him. Whatever, if you are suffering like I was, and would love to stop managing your disease, and instead cure it and get your life back, please feel free to communicate with me at "ron_reil" at "frontiernet" dot "net". Heart disease, Cancer, Diabetes, Crohns, Lupus, and almost all other "syndromes" of the body, are totally curable, as many others found out after they took charge of their own health. Sincerely, Ron Reil Welcome to My Home Page! I am pleased to welcome you to my home page. If you would like to know a little about my background please continue reading below. I have also included some of my more interesting experiences. I have a background as a civil engineer, precious metals exploration geologist, and science teacher, among others. I am now a gentleman rancher in Garden Valley, Idaho, and work on decorative metalwork in my shop in the winter when the snow lies deep on the land. I also drive the ambulance when needed, and am a fireman in the Crouch Volunteer Fire Department as well as a fire commissioner. Retirement doesn't have to mean inactivity or playing golf. :-) A History - Some of my Experiences I have had the benefit of traveling and living in many different parts of the world. A large portion of my youth was spent on the island of Okinawa, where I fell in love with the island and its people. Some of my travel was associated with my father's career as an Air Force officer. I was later in the Navy for six years, spending four of them in the West Indies. During that period of my life I was heavily involved with SCUBA and free diving. I was a diving instructor for part of this time on the island of Grand Turk. I was also deeply involved in speleology, taking part in a joint Barbadian/Danish caving expedition to the island of Barbados, as well as doing a lot of other cave exploration with my buddy Jack. While I was living in Barbados, a beautiful hardwood yacht sailed in from England and was put up for sale. It was the perfect boat to allow me to embark upon a dream I had been working on for the previous four years. I bought the stout little craft, Sea Dart , while still having two years remaining in the Navy. When my tour of duty in the Navy came to an end I returned to Barbados, and Sea Dart, to prepare for a world cruise. After three months of preparation I sailed Sea Dart into the setting sun to spend an extended period of time exploring some of the world, and learning about myself as well. My Return to Reality After exploring many interesting places, and meeting lots of wonderful people, I felt it was time to move on with my life. I sold Sea Dart to the now famous late writer, Tristan Jones and signed on as skipper and navigator to the much larger yacht, Banjo , which Tristan had sold to a couple in New York. They wanted me to sail them to New York from Bequia, just north of South America, a roughly 3000 mile voyage. A month later, between Culebra and Great Inagua, disaster struck twice. When we were near the boundary between the Dominican Republic and Haiti a long-boat approached us with six men, seated two by two in the boat. They had an engine and could easily outrun us. I had been warned that pirates were to be expected in these waters, so I told Jan and Jim, Banjo's new owners, to remain below while I met the long-boat. I placed a 12 gage double-barreled shotgun, loaded with buck-shot, on the cockpit seat ready for action. I had been warned that pirates from Haiti had been attacking yachts, killing all on board by cutting off their heads with cane knives, stripping the boat of everything of value, and then sinking the boat along with the bodies, so I was prepared to kill to defend Banjo. The long-boat came slowly along side and a huge black man in the front grabbed the railing on Banjo's port side while starting to stand up. As he did so I could see the long cane knives which he and the others were holding partially concealed by their left legs. As he started to stand I raised the shotgun, aimed right between his eyes and waited for what would happen next. I had only two shots, and there were six pirates, so there was no doubt that they could take Banjo if they were willing to pay a price. The huge man froze in a semi bent over position, staring into the bores of the two barrels of my shotgun, broke into a huge smile, then nodded his head in a knowing maner. He slowly sat back down, and during a long moment, pregnant with threat, they contemplated what to do next. I watched them closely, never taking the gun off of the leader, while moving back to the far side of the cockpit to give me more room to fire upon any one of the pirates that might decide to leap over the side, and also to prevent the leader from attempting to grab my weapon. The stand-off continued for what seemed an hour, but was perhaps only 30 seconds or so, when the pirate leader pushed off and nodded to me, still grinning a huge white toothed ear to ear grin. He allowed me to live, and I granted him the same in return. Within a matter of hours of surviving the aborted attack by the pirates, we entered into the next cataclysmic phase of the voyage. The weather had been very unstable for several days, and finally broke to the full fury of hurricane Alice, the first of the season. Banjo weathered the storm well until the third night. At 2:30 AM a huge rogue sea lifted the 36 foot Banjo and smashed her down upside down into the trough far below. The impact ripped out our steel fresh water tanks, and caused a lot of other l...