So we left off from Part 1 with Scooter packing in the Mamajuana, and me getting pretty leery about it. If you didn’t read it, you should, or this next part might frighten you off. Aw hell, who am I kidding? It should frighten you off anyhow. I highly recommend you turning back now, if
attempted rapeforced man love makes you squeamish.
"You see that son? That there is a couple of poachers. We'll keep an eye on them and take 'em down when the time is right."
"Here's to a successful fish, Scooter. Glad to be able to get out with you and do a little poaching. I'm sure glad the feds cut back on all of the game wardens to save cash. It's better that those politicians keep that money themselves. Stupid game wardens."
"Hey Scoot, we're going to need more booze if we're staying out here all night."
"I didn't bring a tent, did you? Yeah, I didn't think so, idiot"
"What kind of voodoo is in this? It's twisting around in my head, it's all tingly and shit."
"I am feeling kind of like... I don't know. Funny or something."
"You know when I said that this stuff din't affect me like that? I think I may have fibbed."
"I think you know what I mean. Buddy"
"Remember those Ikeda stone washed jeans you got in grade ten? They were pretty hot."
By now you can imagine that I was getting pretty antsy. The last thing I need is be get in close quarters with this behemoth. I figured I’d pretend I was grabbing the last beer, and then BAM, I make a break for it. Jebus, wish me luck.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I really don't feel very comfortable right now."
Shit. Totally not the right thing to say in this situation. Now he’s going to be on to me. God, Birdman, why do you have to be such an idiot? Your teachers were right about you, you will always fold under pressure. You useless sack of ape shit.
"Ummm, I'm just gonna grab this last beer, and WHOA THERE, relax, cowboy."
"WTF is wrong with you? I told you not to drink that shit. I gotta get out of here."
"Where you goin' with them short little legs and no shoes? Not too far, I'd say."
"Git back here. I need someone to light my smoke when I'm done."
"Haha, take this, you big bastard."
"Take what? You're gonna have to do better than that."
"This river don't go to Aintry. You done taken the wrong turn."
"Alright now, son. Do you see how the big guy is distracting himself for us? We have to wait until just the right moment to make our move. We also have to let the little poacher suffer for his sins against conservation officers."
"Now in the ring, we would rely on your mom, or someone else to distract a larger opponent, but we lucked out here. I'll grab the big lunkhead, and you run down the log and unload on the rapee while I keep him busy. Remember, no mercy."
***What lies in store for the Birdman? Find out in the third and final installment of The Fishing Hole.***
Make sure you come back tomorrow for Part 3.
Well I first kissed you on a hollow log, down by the river they call the dog,
P.S. Sometimes, I’m an asshole, but I feel like it’s too many photos to do, even in two posts. Twenty seems to be good for me. Do you agree, or should the posts be longer?