How many of ya’ll miss the time where you and your boys make plans to boot it out of dodge and go up North. THE fishin trip. Ya’ll dunno where you’re goin but you do know that you’re headed up to a lake where no one is around nor has anyone been 'round for months or ever! Silence.
I miss this shit. I miss makin plans like these that are made outta the blue. Ya just need to know that you need an ‘O’ and a 24. That you’ll be gone for the weekend and that you’ll need from 8 pm sunday 'till 8 am monday to sleep it off.
I miss the silence of the outdoors. The conversation that fishing or hunting brings with good company. The good food and the debauchery that belong in a weekend that doesn’t need a reminder.
I used to go fishing a couple of hours up north of Sudbury… up past the nickle mines… beautiful quiet… just moose wading, loons calling and fish jumping. And beer.
I used to love taking road trips when I was a kid… usually, though, my destination was as important as the journey, as I was usually off following the Dead around. Nothing like the freedom of the open road with your hippy girlfriend sitting next to you with her bare feet up on the dash… those days were lots of fun.
[quote=“Tigerman”]I used to go fishing a couple of hours up north of Sudbury… up past the nickle mines… beautiful quiet… just moose wading, loons calling and fish jumping. And beer.
I used to love taking road trips when I was a kid… usually, though, my destination was as important as the journey, as I was usually off following the Dead around. Nothing like the freedom of the open road with your hippy girlfriend sitting next to you with her bare feet up on the dash… those days were lots of fun.
Miss 'em.[/quote]
Sounds like a Neil Young song. The one about Blind River.
I was laughing the other day with my gf about how we used to greet people with “Peace” instead of hello. Sounds funny now, but very cool at the time.
The thing I miss about such trips more than anything else is the beagle. Just watching the good time he was having gave me a tremendous amount of enjoyment.
I remember bundling a girlfriend into the truck and heading East from San Diego one time. She kept asking where we were going.
“Camping,” I kept saying, confident that we would find somewhere. But man was it hard for her. She’d never been anywhere without a plan.
We ended up in Anza Borego, a desert park with not a cloud in the starlit sky and no sign of human activity in any direction. Cold in the middle of winter, but no fire ban and swordfish steaks cooking over glowing coals. After that she wanted to do it every couple of weeks.
Camped with a British pal and his Japanese girlfriend in Australia this one time. She’d never camped before and was pretty intimidated by the idea. After a couple of days she had taken possession of the cooking fire and would sit for hours prodding at it and feeding it.
Pyrotherapy, I’m going to patent it and sell franchises.
As long as she had her hair and hygiene in order. [/quote]
Ahhh… mmmmm… they were all clean, shaved and sweet-smelling… if you figure patchouli smells sweet…
[quote=“The Grateful Dead in Sugar Magnolia”]
Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming
heads all empty and I don’t care
Saw my baby down by the river
knew she’d have to come up soon for air.
Sweet blossom come on
under the willow
we can have high times if you’ll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature
rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.
She’s got everything delightful
she’s got everything I need
Takes the wheel when I’m seeing double
pays my ticket when I speed
She comes skimmin’ through rays of violet
she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don’t come and I don’t follow
waits backstage while I sing to you.
Well, she can dance a cajun rhythm
jump like a willy in four wheel drive.
She’s a summer love for spring, fall and winter
she can make happy any man alive.
Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell
All caught up in sunlight
come on out singing
I
Staring for 6 hours too the water with no living soul around. Only the sound of nature broken by the splashing struggle of a fish caught . Damn… that has been at least 10 years ago. Damn good memories.
Hey, are we getting depressed as Moenson is coming or what!?
The one thing that not many people can relate with is the call of loons in the morning or at dusk. Watching them take a dip and pop up hundreds of yards away, deer drinking at a clearing and that fog off the water in the morning.
Crickets, frogs and various other creepy crawlies, birds and the wind are the only things you could hear.
I don’t know about you guys but when I’ve been hiking in Taiwan (limited) I find that there isn’t a noise in the forest. Still. Like it’s dead. Perhaps I’m too loud or is it really that empty? I personally hate the fact that no matter where you go, you’re bound to run into someone.
Night time in the wilderness! Oh man, the sounds that came out of the darkness, that thick inpenetrable darkness. The beagle would sit all night, just outside the door of the tent, listening to the sounds, occasionally tilting his head to one side or perking up his ears. :snoopy:
