tlcorbinFight - Fish - Blog: uhhh.., Fishing Wins! Beats floggin David.
July 3rd 2007 17:23
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After the recent overload of pathos and ploy, I discovered what was truly needed; silence and 5 minutes of exercise, but because I hate anything that interferes with my amply girthed self and fearful of catastrophic weight loss we went fishing rather than to explore the exercise portion of this adventure.
My first step required the recruitment of volunteer stuff porters. My sun worshiping child was overjoyed at the prospect of being pried away from his laptop full of MySpace hotties. The lure of insect bites proved over whelming; or they did when I mentioned that a ship load of Swiss hotties were headed to our favorite fish haunting grounds. He shoveled some breath mints into his sweatshirt pockets, and headed out on the run for the portable office mobile. The draft that assaulted his nether-nad regions prompted him to wear trousers and shoes, but other than that, he was game-on.
Now, my wife overheard me coercing my son into joining this salmon quest into the wilds and demanded to be drug along. Well, who can resist a lady with a knife at your privates; Would you like to come along?, I pleaded. She ever so coyly acquiesced and returned the gleaming surgical steel persuader to its wooden sheath on the counter. She quickly took an hour to locate appropriate wardrobe for the occasion and joined J-R in the mobile office while I located the hallowed snagging gear and installed it into the storage area behind the mobile office sushi bar.
Having successfully made the arduous journey from our Mendehall glacier valley abode though several little burbs, Lemon Creek and Juneau, we sallied over the bridge to Douglas Island and down the highway until we arrived at Fish Creek. A magical place, the virtual center of salmon snaggers heaven and the focus of our longing.
We checked the rules of engagement at the gateway to this minor piece of heaven; and then pressed onward. With our stalwart guide Tisha in the lead. She' is a take charge or it gets cut off sort of woman; god I love that quality in a lady.
Sadly, refugees had set up a squatters camp along the road. The squalor was repulsive, my god, they were using sporks and a portable shower. Although their plight was horrific, happily they did have one basic amenity. Pleased and yet mystified, we can't figure out how they got cable TV and internet out here and we couldn't get cellular service.
Our intrepid guide suggested that we put our phones up and focus. We were standing upon hallowed grounds and would be struck down if those implements of labor weren't immediately cast away. Fearfully and with great reverence, modern devices were retired.
The moment had arrived, soon, the ritual flailing of snagging hooks and the flogging of water was to commence. The capturing of the elusive salmon was to be considered a bonus, a gift if you will of contrite gods who might see fit to relieve our burdens of life with a little sumpin sumpin from the fish realm. Now, at a cross roads. Left side, right side, far end or near end-the pressing issue of where to launch our assault, ..er worship, had made itself a matter of manifesting destiny.
We began the arduous task of following or guide, dragging the tools of worship with us..
Lord god of fishermen, how can she move so @#%&*! fast.....??
Just when the trek seemed to be dangerously close to some demonic form of exercise..., the end was in sight.
A few dozen more plodding steps, a minor parbuckling of my rotund self down a cliff like precipice, the extension of cheerful greetings to the Swiss foreigners with the hottie daughter at the terminus of the isthmus and worship was about to commence..
Crap, interloping infidels...., this calls for immediate action...
Arming ourselves with the lures of redemption, we girded our loins for action...
We were spared the unpleasantness of dealing with this troupe of buffoons when they missed the entry point into our peaceful bubble and were last seen drifting towards Antarctica with some surely penguins.
Over whelmed, I slathered my body with offerings to the bug gods and beat my face in rapture..
Equally pleased, the fruit of my looms remained on task and commenced the water flogging ritual
fait accompli twin salmon torpedo's in th 10kg range have offered themselves up to the dining foibles of the Alaskan snag flogger.
A creeeee... of approval from a tree top gargoyle toasting our worship techniques.
Tisha, with trophy's of merit leads the processional away from these sacred grounds, all rites have been fulfilled; tomorrow will bring its own sacramental needs and in passing: wish you could have been here.
Raven
P.S. No tourists, bystanders, fish or floundering flatulents were seriously maimed during execution of this story.
We checked the rules of engagement at the gateway to this minor piece of heaven; and then pressed onward. With our stalwart guide Tisha in the lead. She' is a take charge or it gets cut off sort of woman; god I love that quality in a lady.
We began the arduous task of following or guide, dragging the tools of worship with us..
Lord god of fishermen, how can she move so @#%&*! fast.....??
Just when the trek seemed to be dangerously close to some demonic form of exercise..., the end was in sight.
A few dozen more plodding steps, a minor parbuckling of my rotund self down a cliff like precipice, the extension of cheerful greetings to the Swiss foreigners with the hottie daughter at the terminus of the isthmus and worship was about to commence..
Crap, interloping infidels...., this calls for immediate action...
Arming ourselves with the lures of redemption, we girded our loins for action...
We were spared the unpleasantness of dealing with this troupe of buffoons when they missed the entry point into our peaceful bubble and were last seen drifting towards Antarctica with some surely penguins.
Over whelmed, I slathered my body with offerings to the bug gods and beat my face in rapture..
Equally pleased, the fruit of my looms remained on task and commenced the water flogging ritual
fait accompli twin salmon torpedo's in th 10kg range have offered themselves up to the dining foibles of the Alaskan snag flogger.
A creeeee... of approval from a tree top gargoyle toasting our worship techniques.
Tisha, with trophy's of merit leads the processional away from these sacred grounds, all rites have been fulfilled; tomorrow will bring its own sacramental needs and in passing: wish you could have been here.
Raven
P.S. No tourists, bystanders, fish or floundering flatulents were seriously maimed during execution of this story.
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Comment by David
Great read. Great pics.
I especially liked these lines:
You obviously plan to spend the night on the couch?
David ...
Comment by katyzzz
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I'm so pleased we won't have to catch our own fish when we arrive, compliments of Google, do keep that spare bulb handy.
Surely they were penguins or just simply surly.
I just loved the fishing trek, and didn't need to be prised from my computer which is a bit of a blow.
Great pics, great everything and as for David, he likes it.
katyzzz
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Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
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This post was aimed at giving folks a micro tour through our Alaskan world; a world I find a joy to share. I truly hope all that view it find something to smile about.
David,
Tisha disburses mercy and humor in copious amounts as undisputed reigning Queen in Raven land; meaning she shared the couch with me. Viva Tisha!
It pleases me that you found the post entertaining, I needed private water flogging time; my train wreck inspired brain drain has been occurring at a rate that leaves my recuperation powers desperately wanting.
I love the processes of renewal, yours has been insightful and inspiring.
katyzzz,
Tisha is a glorious force of nature and a natural dazzler.
Everywhere she goes, small children, animals, beasts or people gravitate towards her soothing heartsong, but the rumors of her ability to levitate over water are highly exaggerated.
Surely, that surly sure corrector of all spelling matters, MS Office was found lacking; surely we all need an occasional relief from that sure surly monster, surely.
My internal spell check and grammar maven has yet to return from the fishing trip, and uh, ....I was suffering from severe abuse at the 'hands' of a surly mob of 'no see'ms', ground pepper sized beasts that are largely tooth and fang; their bites prove so distracting that proof reading and fishing was suspended as pointless.
Thank you for your encouraging words.
James
Fishing excursions should be alive. Commenting the pictures was great fun, tying to do that and maintain a story line was a study in patience and perseverance.
Great to share with everyone
Raven
Comment by DuskDevi
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Great micro tour...loved it. Thank you.
..but this...
No, I'm sorry I can't relate to that.
Oh look there's Elvis....and a flying pig. Wow....
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hahaha, you're such a charmer .., I'm glad that you liked it.
Raven
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Flashes of memories
Comment by tlcorbin-raginravensview
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It was a glorious day, I am pleased that you enjoyed the adventure.
Raven