Shoot, I’m Hooked

As much as I love
the great outdoors,
I have to say that
fishing and hunting
isn’t really on my very
long list of vices.

A defenseless,
hungry animal’s
instinct for mating
and survival is going
to be overmatched
by a high-powered
hunting rifle and scope
every damned time–

— it hardly seems
to qualify as much
of a sport at all.

Oh sure, you gotta
lure em in with lures,
trickery, and the smell
of deer urine and
three day old beer …

.. and it’s probably
a good enough excuse
to wear camo gear ,
I guess, but I already
got my fill of that
in the military,
so … ehh.

And fishing, well…

To me, it just seems
like another
form of nothing to do.

However, that’s just
my stupid spin on it,
and admittedly, I’m
not in a position where
I have to scrounge up
my next dose of protein
from whatever morsels
Mother Nature is willing
to offer up —

— supermarkets aren’t
available to everyone
in every situation,
and I respect that.

Doing it just for fun,
well, I don’t get that at all.

Wedging my poor,
cold ass into a narrow
tree crevice at 5 in
the morning after
lugging 50 pounds
of gear into the
wilderness –

— and then slogging
home wet, tired, and
out of ammunition —

— all to prove that I can
hit a 800 pound,
7 foot tall moving target
that’s basically standing
right in front of me ?

Why wouldn’t I be
happier driving to my
friendly neighborhood
shooting range
and evaporating paper
targets all day long in
air-conditioned/heated
comfort ?

The answer is –
of course I would.

And they even got
free coffee, and a
coke machine,
with three kinds of
soda, and Gatorade, too.

Oh, and a real
working toilet.

Ahhh.

But, since the more
traditional forms of
hunting and fishing
are still very popular
as sporting activities, 
we’ll just have to agree
on a variant of
‘live and let live’ –

— in this case….
would that be
‘kill and let kill’ ???

Oh, how the hell
should I know.

Anyhoo —
I have an awful lot
of vintage hunting
and fishing postcards
in the archives (‘drive x’)
and so, as you can
probably glean from
all this, I’m planning
on dumping some of
them into today’s post.

Yes,
I’m a giver,
what can I say………

Oh —

and
by
the
way —

and
a big ole
PS:

My good friend
Dievca
reminded me
of the
wonderful
set of
‘Hilda goes
fishing’
pin-ups by
Duane Bryers,

and since she’s
such a nice lady…..

I figured that
posting one
just wasn’t
gonna
be enough —

So,
here’s my
three of my
favorites
from that set !

I hope you
( and D )
enjoy em !!!!!!

.

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Be A Sport

lessSports has always been
an important part
of American society.

I don’t mean
professional sports so much,
as amateur sports,
and games anyone can play.

‘Play’ being the
operative word here–

Not ‘Work’.

To me, as soon
as you start doing it
for a living,
it sucks the joy and
the ‘game’ right out of it —s1

— it becomes a profession
and a ‘job’.

A friend of mine
is a professional wrestler.

Although he tries to
keep a low profile,
it is hard for a 6’5
350 pound guy to do that…..

I watched him
trying to get a
work out at my gym
this morning….

Ha.

There were always
three or forty people
hanging around him
all morning.

How he ever
gets a work-out,
I have no idea.
but…

Blech.

Anyhoo…
as I said,
the preoccupation
with sport has always
been with us…
as it is with other
societies, as well.

And so have sporting postcards —
— for at least 150 years, anyway.

I thought it might be
fun to look at some of
the more interesting
ones today –

” If you want to win,whitefeather
never show the 
white feather …… “

Alrighty.

In this case,
the guy in the suspenders
has consumed way too much
of that bowling alley snack bar food —

(probably a couple too many
cold cervezas to wash it down, too)

and he’s ended up
stuck with
the bane of every
bowler’s existence-
– a SPLIT —
—- in his pants.

I hate it
when my shirt tail hangs out.
Especially THAT way.

I’m not sure it would look
like a white feather, though.

.

” The Time And Tide. “

This canoeing cardtime
seems to have more
to do with canoodling, I think.

Standing up in a boat
is usually always
a bad thing….

In a canoe…..

well —
frankly,
it’s madness.soft

Except of course,
when there’s a pretty girl
at the other end.

Even then,
it’s still better
to find a nice,
quiet beauty
spot to eddy out.

After all,fishing
there are all sorts
of creative ways
to use a paddle.

Hmmm….

Fishing could be a
good way to idle away
some ….
errr…..
idle hours.

Bringing home dinner
will always make
you a hero.

As long as you’ve
skinned,
boned,
and filleted
your catch
ahead of time.

And of course,tennis
it depends on
exactly what
you’ve netted, too.

Ok….

Well —
— there’s always
tennis.

HOY !!!!!!!

fishin

Harry Crews says:

crews“I think all of us are looking
for that which does
not admit of bullshit . . .

If you tell me you can
bench press 450,

hell, we’ll load up the bar
and put you under it.

Either you can do it or
you can’t do it-

— you can’t bullshit.
Ultimately, sports are just
about as close
to what one
would call the truth

as it is possible to get in this world.”