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From Snowstorm to Screen: PBS NC Director Morgan Potts Describes the Making of Swan Song

During a snowy winter storm that buried eastern North Carolina in a once-in-twenty-years storm, my mule Polly and I set off in a hundred year old covered wagon to explore Hyde County and Lake Mattamuskeet.

Mule Polly trotting along the Mattamuskeet causeway on the set of Swan Song.

Joining us was a film crew from PBS North Carolina. Mule Polly got snowed in in our covered wagon, the film crew struggled to keep their cameras rolling in the icy conditions… Continue reading →

Mule Rider: Emmy-Winning Covered Wagon Documentary

It was about this time of year, a few years ago, that a TV crew for UNC-TV followed mule Polly and me on a wagon ramble through eastern North Carolina.

Mule Rider: just click on the arrow between mule Polly and me to watch the video

Director Morgan Potts and his film crew followed me from Oriental, North Carolina to Hobucken and Aurora and back to Oriental. They dropped in from time to film me as I visited with folks… Continue reading →

Watch the Emmy-Winning “Mule Rider” on PBS North Carolina

Are you curios what it’s like to spend a week traveling in a mule wagon? Last winter, mule Polly and I hit the road with a film crew from PBS North Carolina. We spent the better part of a week traveling the back roads of eastern North Carolina – from Oriental to Aurora. Through the dormant potato fields, past the moored shrimp boats and giant rusting anchors. We visited with net maker Virgil Potter and guitar picker John Carawan.

Bernie Harberts and mule Polly heading up the road through Pamlico County, North Carolina
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UNC-TV and Our State "Mule Rider" Program

Note: the following article is about the making of “Mule Rider”, the UNC-TV program that ran the “Our State” program on October 3.
Post Scrip: You can watch the program below

Bayboro, North Carolina. That winter night I parked the wagon by the shrimp boat fleet. Their nets hung like green mist. Mule Polly was grazing next to that giant anchor and I thought of how all day long, she’d marched through the wind and highway trucks and now it… Continue reading →