What was the Tillermandoing when this photo was taken? What did Baydog have for lunch, and what happened to Savory? Did Bonnie lick the ground because she thought it was full of shaved ice? Where is the great and mysterious "O?"
sunfish trailer updates while visiting with my in-law’s over Memorial Day weekend, I took advantage of having a father-in-law that likes to fiddle with fixing up old cars and has made many friends with unique tools (thanks Larry and Doyt!). we pulled my beat up rusty old boat trailer out into the country farmland to Doyt’s house to use his heavy-duty air compressor and sand-blaster.
The Darkness It was time for my watch, so I dragged myself out of "bed", pulled on some foulies, donned the PFD, and climbed up the companionway, ready to tether on for another three hours of sailing. As my head popped up, all I saw was a dim green glow from the compass. I assumed that the shape behind the glow was a person but where was everything else?
More Dark After goofing off for two weeks, I had finally written a post for today, but then I read Edward's great story about a night watch during the recent Pacific Cup. It was on a night that was darker than the inside of Johnny Cash's wardrobe trunk.
Dork Esteemed blogger O Docker has decreed that this week is Dork Week. I was a bit confused when I wrote yesterday's post. I thought the blogmaster said Dirk Week. Oops. Maybe I can make amends with this post and write about dorks instead.
Blog Mortality Tillerman recently has had two posts, here and here trying to answer that weighty, age old human question, what happens at "the end", when it truly is "finis", when everything is finally "kaput".
Is This Good? The bobber swims in circles for at least five seconds and I scream “SET!” a minimum of eighty times. Eventually, he finds it in his heart to sweep that big ol’ fly pole upwards and stretch that silly plastic line. There is twitching and headshaking. Long deliberate runs circle around the pool and I stifle the whisper that is pinballing in my brain “bigfuckingbrowntrout”. Saying such a thing out loud while staring hard at tense monofilament slicing green ether will automatically turn whatever is on the other end into an asshooked whitefish; such is the evil nature of river alchemy.
Joe- This is from a surfline photo essay on some new "slabs" in Brazil. I've included the link - some of the other photos are just insane. 20 years ago we'd swear up and down that one would die surfing a wave like this, if they could be surfed at all.
O the Dock? Yes friends and neighbors, the O Dock has arisen and he is out to conquer the world.
side note: I love all the warning signs on the gate. Please sir, will you let me in if I give you a cookie? I promise not get drunk, swim, let my dog run wild. poop on the dock, pitch a tent, sleep overnight, fish(even though today is Friday), ride a bike or engage in any suspicious activities.
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