Mission: Swamp Donkey Festival, wedding, liquid revenge and deer.

MISSION:

Swamp Donkey Festival, wedding, liquid revenge and deer.

Rockin out in the Large Villian.  

It’s Sunday and I am still feeling friday night’s gong show. My thoughts are on a fallen friend right now, who didn’t make it this year.  Benny Aylsworth, he’s not dead to me cause he’s got an excuse.  However it was pretty lame, (helping his dad, what a jerk) and he’s on life support in my books, but he was missed this year…. 

I lean outside to check on the boats as the monsters in the very full room wake up from tucked away locations around the room.  Our room smells like Puke, wet poly-pro and Matt’s noisy butt.  I lean back to see of our boats are still outside, my little red Jackson Rig still there, amazing really.  Cale Reeder filled our room with silly string, so we retaliated by breaking and entering into an open room.   While they were away we did all kinds of evil in their room but nothing too harmful.  We were waiting for the retaliation to the retaliation when we decided to visit last night.  I will never get that particular two hours back but we managed to loose a room phone, the hotel owners are not at all in good humor about.   We got back to the other room and they were coaxing a deer into the next door neighbors room, looking to trap it in there for the night or until she got back and generally doing stupid things.  Last time I saw them they were riding a cooler down a hill and had a standing bet of 1000 dollars to anyone that could get a LEVEL SIX dry top on the deer. I am ashamed to admit it but I actually gave it some serious thought, (my wife was not there)  I personally had one nibbling on my sox, ya, my sox yesterday so doing the deed to the deer would not have been too hard...  Explaining it to my wife would equal divorce, and rightfully so.  They are very tame around here and I have now lost all respect for the deer hunting shows on TV.  The deer down here are stupid, shooting one down here is a piece of cake, heck hunting them in town with a spear and a pair of fussy underwear as camouflage would work.   

On the river was amazing, there was a river wedding at Fowlers-ville Falls, the whole wedding party auto-boofing into pool at the same time wearing comber buns and the sunshine actually came out for the event.  As usual the Bride looked amazing, and the guys, well they just looked like dirty kayakers to me.  I think that the ring bearer, was some old woodsman with a Patagonia Polypro on.  Ill bet 5$ is smelled like paddling gear.  

We are on our Sunday now, recovery Sunday I call it.  Feels like being run over by a truck really.  Next stop the Muffin Patch, and back on the river.  

The moose festival isn’t really a festival more than it’s a cult now.  Hundreds of people running the river.  Put in’s lined up for ever, boat companies still sending their teams.  Its pretty amazing really. I know that Lyons falls next going to be taking it over next year.  Whatever the case, Everyone will be here.  Official Festival or not, see everyone next year.     

Graham Ball Hiding from the Paparrazi

Addition.  Ran the Osowagtchie, try spelling that one right.  Sunshine drop was sweet, the run was great and on a section that I had never seen before.  Ran it with the Five2Nine crew.  What a fun bunch of donkeys to ride with.  Thanks boys.  

Billy Harris 

On a Mission  (when am I not?)