So youre looking at Amandas house, in the center of the derby fires wake of destruction. It lived. But just barely. The neighbors house gone. The shed which you can see, gone. The siding, intact. Horseshoes, intact. Birdfeeder, toast. But this is just the begining of rafter chicks I know that are funny...As I crack another tasty beverage I wander into the depths of thought that bewilder myself on numerous occasions. Daily to be more precise. More like daymares and the like. Por Ejemplo: Sitting in traffic and dreaming of running away from a deer and getting pulverized by it. Actually it all happened underneath. I crawled under this car (now its 3 rafter chicks I know) to get away as it did this marvelous baseball slide under the car and got stuck, freaking out, it proceeds to kick the living shit out of my face and chest, whilist underneath the vehicular unit.
I said "unit"
That comes from a lady that guided this summer with mua and was chased by moose to the top of her car escaping death by millimeters. Shes a good guide too.
Amanda on the other hand had the most hillarious dismount from an inflateable kayak I have ever seen. Amidst the surfing, the duckie catches the foam pile and gravatationaly speeds down the face. Upon impact with the trough, she simply did a butt scoot right out the front of the boat into a massive face plant with the oncoming whitewater. Awesome. Memory stored...
But then theres Cassia. Im in Big Sky and shes serving me breakfast with the other guides. Im hungover and retarded and in poor shape. But I recognise her from somewhere? Where? It turns out that we had michiladas in a crappy hostel in Nicaragua. And so I ask Bob, who was there too, huh? He confirms because he was right next to me. He and the other guides tell me story: She came from guiding on a BIG river and had these awesome skills apparently... What they dont teach you on big rivers is reading currents that are smaller than the gulf stream and... Well her first trip down the Gallatin, in the slow and go, she almost took out a fisherman in the first 15 minutes. I guess she screamed something like heads up and the dude just hopped in the raft and I Quote, "I wanted to go downstream anyway, the fishing right here was slow".
Whoa
Amanda on the other hand had the most hillarious dismount from an inflateable kayak I have ever seen. Amidst the surfing, the duckie catches the foam pile and gravatationaly speeds down the face. Upon impact with the trough, she simply did a butt scoot right out the front of the boat into a massive face plant with the oncoming whitewater. Awesome. Memory stored...
But then theres Cassia. Im in Big Sky and shes serving me breakfast with the other guides. Im hungover and retarded and in poor shape. But I recognise her from somewhere? Where? It turns out that we had michiladas in a crappy hostel in Nicaragua. And so I ask Bob, who was there too, huh? He confirms because he was right next to me. He and the other guides tell me story: She came from guiding on a BIG river and had these awesome skills apparently... What they dont teach you on big rivers is reading currents that are smaller than the gulf stream and... Well her first trip down the Gallatin, in the slow and go, she almost took out a fisherman in the first 15 minutes. I guess she screamed something like heads up and the dude just hopped in the raft and I Quote, "I wanted to go downstream anyway, the fishing right here was slow".
Whoa
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Not exactly how I pictured my 15 seconds of fame...but I'll take it!
Remember the Lindas...
Snoggles,
A
So now maybe it isn't so far-fetched to believe my Okoboji story about the biggest fish I ever caught - the one that jumped in the boat and survived in the pool of water collected from the rain overnight only to be discovered in the morning! Yeah, The Mom rocks!
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