Brokeback Mountain
Now I know how Jake thingenhall felt when Heath Ledger bent him over up that mountain....
Cold, vulnerable and exposed... though less penetrated in an overtly sexual manner.
Classy introduction I know.
Anyone who knows me well knows I loves to be on the water and I was goin fishin on Monday coz it WAS a pubic hollerday.
So I went fishing.....
It was 5 degrees (Celsius for those in the wrong part of the planet who don't speak the metric language... I don't translate).
The wind was blowing about 20 knots from the South West (read Anfreakingtarctica).
I had STUPIDLY decided I would look an utter knob if I zipped the sleeves into Dad's 50th Birthday present Stormy Seas Jacket as the sleeves are about six inches longer than my stumpy arms.
Dressed to the (fishing) nines in old sneakers, warm sockies, trackie bums (with bleach stain of course), long sleeve tshirt (complete with Some Girls Are Born Wicked slogan), Polar fleece type trackie jacket (not the favourite/comfy/warmest one, that's gone on a hollerday to Hawaii) and the 'chickenfeed' (crap shop) chenille beanie & matching scarf... I hopped on to big G's boat... a Zodiac (read fibreglass hull with a big blow up ring around it) not really realising I have NOfuckinwhere to hide from the ebil ebil ebil icy mofo wind.
Long story short.... it was as cold as Brokeback Mountain, it was windier than Brokeback mountain.. there were less sheep (tho I could see a few). I didn't get bent over (didn't have a tent either though).
But DAMN it was nice to be out and about and cold and alive on the water again!
Cold, vulnerable and exposed... though less penetrated in an overtly sexual manner.
Classy introduction I know.
Anyone who knows me well knows I loves to be on the water and I was goin fishin on Monday coz it WAS a pubic hollerday.
So I went fishing.....
It was 5 degrees (Celsius for those in the wrong part of the planet who don't speak the metric language... I don't translate).
The wind was blowing about 20 knots from the South West (read Anfreakingtarctica).
I had STUPIDLY decided I would look an utter knob if I zipped the sleeves into Dad's 50th Birthday present Stormy Seas Jacket as the sleeves are about six inches longer than my stumpy arms.
Dressed to the (fishing) nines in old sneakers, warm sockies, trackie bums (with bleach stain of course), long sleeve tshirt (complete with Some Girls Are Born Wicked slogan), Polar fleece type trackie jacket (not the favourite/comfy/warmest one, that's gone on a hollerday to Hawaii) and the 'chickenfeed' (crap shop) chenille beanie & matching scarf... I hopped on to big G's boat... a Zodiac (read fibreglass hull with a big blow up ring around it) not really realising I have NOfuckinwhere to hide from the ebil ebil ebil icy mofo wind.
Long story short.... it was as cold as Brokeback Mountain, it was windier than Brokeback mountain.. there were less sheep (tho I could see a few). I didn't get bent over (didn't have a tent either though).
But DAMN it was nice to be out and about and cold and alive on the water again!
posted by LuSh at 5:34 AM
4 Comments:
"Dressed to the (fishing) nines"
sounds incredibly sexeh baby !
I still havnt watched Brokeback Mountain .. must do that
one thing you omitted from the post..did you actually catch any fish?
I didn't forget to mention it.... the only thing I caught was a face full of salt spray.
bugger!
But you were out there giving it a go and that makes you my kind of woman.
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