I've eaten Woodducks. Gotta love Mergansers. It's like a little family parade. Those are Mergansers right? They're all usually eating when I paddle by.  ;D

Yesterday's 'striking pose' reminds me of a story I always enjoy telling. I tried searching - no luck. Anyway, we were paddling up wind and so could only hear every other word from the canoe that was coming towards us. They were not familiar but obviously aiming for the channel we had just come out. (Deux)

Upwind canoe LOUD: "Yak yak yak yack map yak yak. there - canoe - river - (go)... Yak yak yak yack yakity yak."

My bow paddler: Geeez 'motor-mouths' ... get a clue ... ... OK, just shut up already."

As we get closer ...

Other canoe, LOUD: "Is that a chick?" (and yes I had a pony tail back then and she probably had shorter hair than I.)
Other canoe, fairly close, so now VERY LOUD: "That's a CHICK!" BLA bla chick , ...BOOBS, bla bla BLAAAA bla bla....

There is some discussion about that realization in both canoes as we're getting closer.... my bow paddler is now really NOT happy as we got closer but always a trooper. (I swear I could have seen heat waves coming off her on a calmer day.)

We pass no more than 20' apart and all display the obligatory nods and waves.

Maybe 20 yards separated us - wait for it - 40, 60....

Bow paddler turns and (I forget if it was a whisper or a shout but) at volume they would most certainly hear: "Did you see the BOOBS on that guy!"


FWIW - I try not to embellish and I'm sure I've typed that story before. I got a free 2XL QJ T-shirt for the first person to find an old post of mine and post the link. OK, maybe 3XL but I'm sure I posted it at least once and I'd like to know what I embellished. It was a LONG time ago - my mind can picture it like yesterday. The verbiage - eh - forgive me.