Color My World

Just thinkin':  What if somebody said green is the color of growing things, therefore green is the only natural color, no others allowed.  I mean, green is very nice and all, but . . . wouldn't that be a kind of tunnel vision?

Green River

A few more pics from our trip to the woods.  First, some critters we encountered, starting with a herd of bison:

Then as we were on our way out of the park just before sunset, we came around a curve and OMG right there in the middle of the road was this young buck.  So I slammed on brakes and my buddy grabbed his Nikkon.  Of course the deer wouldn't stand still to pose for us, but M. Pierre managed to get these shots as the little cuss ambled off into the woods:

And then of course there was our little duckbuddy, who would have posed all day long for us I think.  Absolutely no fear of people, apparently; M. P. splashed water on him and got within about 3 feet to take these snaps, but duckbuddy was like, Whatever.

Speaking of, um, duckbuddies - of course, where there's water, there's always the story of the one who got away:

Damn, I shoulda used a stronger line.  He sure was friendly though, and not afraid of people.  He'd let you walk right up to him, splash water on him, whatever.  Wish I'd had something to feed him with.

And finally here's a little montage I threw together with the only possible song:  an anthem for us Southern boys.  (John Fogerty isn't Southern - but he should have been.)

If you didn't grow up running the woods and creeks and swamps, swinging out from a tall tree on an old tire hitched to a rope and dropping twenty feet into the water, raising a cloud of dust on a red dirt road in an old rattling truck, and drinking beer at midnight on the riverbank with a buddy in front of a log fire while you listen to the hoot owls and whippoorwills sing - man, I feel so sorry for you bud.

Crank it up. 

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It was a helluva lot more fun than standing around some grungy old barroom half the night where you can't even hear yourself talk, that's for sure fellas.  I tell you what.



P.S. - Okay, so like with all fish stories, I lied about the nekkid guy.   I actually kiped that pic  from my truckbuddy Ultra Dave.  But it makes a great story anyway, don't it?

More from Pork Boys' Day Out

Come to find out, the other Pork Boy clicked off 458 pics with his Nikkon the other day while we were in the woods. He hasn't gone through all of them yet but he did send me some today, and I'm not posting the really good ones - he's got first dibs on them for his own blog.

But here's a few of your Head Trucker getting high . . . and low . . . and sorta sideways too. Whatever.  Click to enlarge.

After the picnic, we started scouting good photo ops.  First, though, we took turns changing into our swim clothes in the truck.  Sorry, I didn't think to take any pics of that.

 

Many long and winding trails later, your Head Trucker had to stop and cool his tootsies in the 40-degree water.  It was great . . . .

I don't care what you say pardner, I ain't getting one step closer to that goddamn edge!

And here's why, right in front of me.

Still and all, sunset on the mountain was awful purty.

Man, lookittem birds flying yonder.

Two buddies sharing a little wine kool-aid on the mountain top when the sun goes down is a fine thing, yessir it is.  And see what a pretty bottle we found to carry it in?

M. Pierre sees the bottle and says, "Mon Dieu, I am so thirsty after climbing up this mountain.  Hurry up and pour me some, couillon!"

Pork Boys' Day Out

View Chickasaw National Recreation Area in a larger map

So the ex-roommate called and said why don't we get the hell out of this sweltering heat and run up to Oklahoma for the afternoon, and I said let's go buddy.

Not far up the highway is Chickasaw national recreation area (a mouthful of a name, why the hell not just call it a national park?) where it was at least ten degrees cooler and lots and lots of cold, clear water:  springs, creeks, waterfalls, swimming holes.  Just lovely.

So we loaded up my truck with ice coolers and sandwich fixin's and wine, which is illegal in national parks although guns are just fine strawberry Kool-Aid, and off we went.  And it was just as nice as you might imagine:  cool and green and refreshing, with bamboo, bubbles, birds, bison - and lots of redneck girls with tattoos and cellulite.  Plus a few tattooed, half-nekkid redneck men for visual relief.  Thank God.

Some pics below to give you an idea of the water and woods, click to enlarge.  Us old boys wore ourselves out tramping around through the woods, so I'm too tired to show or say more tonight, but we did get some good pics with my little Kodak and his much finer Nikkon, so stay tuned for more scenes tomorrow.  Also a video or two maybe.

And an explanation of why we call ourselves the Pork Boys.  If anyone's interested.

Bamboo trail.  Yup.  In Oklahoma.  Go figure.

Pleasant little foot-high waterfall where we made our picnic on this side of the creek.

Downriver from the little waterfall, the people in the distance are walking down the creek bed, which is not very deep, or standing atop another, larger waterfall.

"And what the hell are you staring at?" he grunted.

Notice there is nary a railing on this sheer rock ledge at Bromide Hill, only six feet wide and sloping downwards, which is a signposted tourist attraction.  Which I suppose is Oklahoma's approach to population control.  Or something like that.

Oh and we did make a new friend while we were up there - who became our, um, duckbuddy for the day. 

Who Says It's Not Natural?

Vielpunkt and Z, gay Humboldt penguins at the Bremerhaven Zoo in Germany.

Ran across this feature in Esquire about gay life in the animal world, including rams, swans, bonobos, macaques, dolphins, whales, and koalas. Pretty cool, check it out.

And if you want more documented examples, see the Wikipedia article on homosexual behavior in animals.

Winter Sunrise

Click to enlarge all the photos in this post.

I didn't take these first four, but ain't they purty?

And at your Head Trucker's place:

Snow glistening on the ground - and the tracks of a damn big Something that came by in the night:

And I just managed to catch this shot through the kitchen window of a dove landing on the birdbath - which, alas, is all frozen up still:

Planet Tree

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Photos by Russ

November Light

Photos by Russ