Because it is the weekend and many of you are out fishing or prepping for the Super Bowl festivities or doing something responsible with family, I decided to dump this in as something you may come across at another time…but, it’s of that fascinating variety of stuff out there….unexplained events, forces, sounds, weirdness in the world around us….
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In the Whackadoodle Genre there are all manner of screw balls. But, also, attached to these ‘unexplained’ natural phenomena there are interesting visuals. Peruse the Truth Behind the Scenes blog and you will find all manner of interesting visuals and the supposedly unexplained. Not delving into it too far; I just enjoy the photos.
The substantial flooding on the Sandy River last January rattled many of home owner’s nerves if that watched their yard crumble away. Now after three quarters of a year, the bureaucracy has squandered the Spring/Summer months for construction efforts. No permits. Your Watch Dog at work. Pathetic. Yes, questions abound about the where/whether homes should be built near rivers. That said, they were built and the ass dragging system of reg’s (the one that many seem hell bent on tripling in size in all directions) has failed this time around, in my humble estimation, to make some decision, any decision, in a timely manner.
A Corvallis, Oregon man was Hooked Up up after allegedly attempting to force entry into the Back Country Fly Shop (booted the door) and then moving from there he wandered nearby and tried to jack a delivery vehicle. He was eventually thwarted by several jolts of the Taser, courtesy CPD. Book ‘im Dano!
It is uncertain at press time whether the man intended to load up the vehicle with the fly shop loot or if he was angry with elitist fly fishers (shop owners very nice folks) and late night delivery truck drivers. No one hurt beyond the pendejo (pen-day-ho) and no loss of merchandise for the shop. Maybe Benton County Corrections has a beginner’s fly fishing program Dwayne can enroll in? Dwayne A. Henderson
After a nearly perfect day of fly fishing, I was departing the lake, driving along a narrow road, bordered on one side by a very steep bank down to the lake and on the other side by a steep embankment. I was enjoying the last glimpses of the lake on my left. I turned to the right to see a rather large rock/boulder careening down the embankment. I tried to accelerate. Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.
Regardless the rock smacked into my right, rear quarter panel and did what big rocks do best to cars. I am thankful it didn’t come in slightly higher at the window level.
I am just back from Spain. I had intended to attend the running of the bulls event. But, age and injuries precluded that. I decided to attend the Tomatina event. I came away with a new appreciation for how hard an under ripe tomato can feel against your face. Also, I came away with new salsa recipes.
“Revellers on a truck throw tomatoes into the crowd during the annual “Tomatina” (tomato fight) in the Mediterranean village of Bunol, near Valencia, August 31, 2011. The origin of the tomato fight is disputed – everyone in Bunol seems to have a favourite story – but most agree it started around 1940…” Reuters