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woody with a view
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don't worry bucky. if you land on the "right" beach i'm sure the sacred saints of the secret surfspots, lurking in the shadows, will be more than
happy to help get you flying again and it'll only cost you a "little" cargo.
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fishbuck
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| Quote: | Originally posted by woody in ob
don't worry bucky. if you land on the "right" beach i'm sure the sacred saints of the secret surfspots, lurking in the shadows, will be more than
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"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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Skipjack Joe
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Oh my gosh, that was beautiful ...
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fishbuck
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Oh man! My back. A stabbing pain in my back.
And my head. Throbbing.
What happened? Where am I?
I vaguely remember something about the plane.
I'm in my little sleeping bag cave and don't want to come out.
The sun will be out there. And those waves! So loud.
And my back. It hurts. And that stabbing. Stabbing?
Something is stabbing my back!
I always sleep with the magnum. I slowly pull the hammer back. Someone or something is poking me in the back.
Probably a vulture. Checking to see if I'm dead yet. Not this time pal! You first!
I throw open the sleeping back and roll over into a two hand grip. Die vulture!
The sun is bright and my eyes are crusted over. It hurts to look.
But I can see that it's no vulture. A man is over me. He's got a machette. But I've got the drop on him. No way he gets me first and he knows it. He
can't get c-cked back to strike before my slug hits him right between the eyes.
I see fear. It's a good thing.
Click-click..." Drop it gringo!"
A woman's voice..."Drop it now!"
I look to my left... a horse... with a woman... and a pistol... a big one... pointed at my head.
"If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead! DROP IT!!!"
Classic Mexican Standoff.
I better drop it. I toss the magnum away. And close my eyes.
Click-click. She gently lowers her hammer. I open my eyes.
Machetti man has stepped back and has my mag.
He gives it to the horsewoman.
"Get up" she says.
I crawl out of the sleeping bag and to my knees. I see the empty tequilla bottle. It all starts to come painfully back.
"What are you doing on my father's beach? Why are you here? You're trespassing!"
I try to speak but my mouth is dry. My tung swollen. A croaking sound comes out of my mouth. It hurts.
"Water, I need some water." I find a bottle and drink some. That hurts too.
"Well, I waiting"
"I had an emergency. The engine quit. So I landed on the beach."
"On my father's beach"
"Ya, on your father's beach"
"What's in your plane?"
"Cargo"
"What kind of cargo?"
"Precious cargo" I smirked a little.
Her thumb moved back up to the hammer of the revolver. She seemed to be thinking it over.
"Precious cargo?" She sort of spit at me a little when she said it.
"Ya"
"Pablo, get your horse and give it to this man. You stay here with the plane and the... cargo"
I thought she pulled the hammer of the pistol back a little when she said "cargo".
"You! Can you ride a horse?"
"Ya, as long as we go slow. I'm a little sore from the... landing"
"You mean your head hurts from that bottle of tequilla"
"Ya that too."
"What is your name!?"
"Buck, Joe Buck"
"Joe Buck? The drug runner?"
"No! Joe Buck the pilot"
"My father has told me about you. We must hurry. He's waiting."
My eyes had cleared by now. She was on a black horse. Tight jeans with boots. A White bloise and white cowboy hat.
The bloise was unbuttoned halfway. And a red bra and big...
"I said hurry!"
I climbed on my horse. I rode up next to her for a better look.
She c-cked her pistol. She held it up but in my general direction.
"And don't ride too close to me. Or I might have to shoot you."
"Well how far back do you want me?"
"Don't get to far away. Or I'll shoot you for trying to escape"
Both horse and rider flashed their eyes at me.
In one fluid motion they spun around and leaped away toward a trail.
"I said hurry!" And punctuated her command with a shot in the air from the pistol.
Worst hangover even man!
The pistol shot was still ringing in my ears when my horse went to full gallop toward the trail.
[Edited on 7-2-2009 by fishbuck]
"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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mooose29
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Great story
Fishbuck
when do we get the next instalment?
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Martyman
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| Quote: | Originally posted by capt. mike
| Quote: | [you have sixx with overweight contortionists?
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Cypress
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"Full Gallup"!
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fishbuck
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| Quote: | Originally posted by mooose29
Fishbuck
when do we get the next instalment? |
Well, I just got back from a real trip. So when the real hangover fades maybe I'll think of something. Maybe.
"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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Sharksbaja
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"overweight contortionists"
Is there such a thang?
DON\'T SQUINT! Give yer eyes a break!
Try holding down [control] key and toggle the [+ and -] keys
Viva Mulege!
Nomads\' Sunsets
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fishbuck
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Pablo was laughing. One of those deep fatbellied Mexican laughs. He might have been rolling on the ground laughing.
I would have looked but I was a little busy trying to hold onto "my" horse. I was about one or two gallops from falling right off his a$$.
All that was keeping me on was one foot in a sturrup and one hand holding the reins.
I grabbed his mane with my free hand and tried to pull back on. My horse felt it. But it only seemed to make him annoyed that my riding skills were
not up to his standards.
He grabbed the bit in his teeth and jerked me back into the saddle by the reins. I grabbed more mane with my other hand and leaned right onto his
neck.
He started running faster. He knew the way home!
He knew every turn and twist in the trail. I was getting the impression that these two horses had run this race before. And neither liked to lose.
The lady glanced back. I was hoping I wasn't too far back. Or too close. She was pretty good wth that pistola.
But I sure did want to get closer to her. Pistol or not.
I must have been too close. She gave her horse a gentle slap on the rump with her hat. His pace doubled in a heart beat and they started to ride away.
The two horses seemed evenly matched. But the way she rode her horse he went harder and faster with each step. Perfect synergy. Lucky horse!
My horse tried to keep up. But with me on his back it was a lost cause. Again he seemed annoyed with me.
We climbed a hill and rode into a big orange grove. And vineyard. And palms and other green plants.
We rode through at full speed. And then a clearing. And a huge wall. And a huge double wooden gate.
The gate opened as we approached. And we were in.
My horse hit the brakes as soon as we cleard the gate. I almost went flying off. But I had a death grip on his mane and I couldn't let go.
The lady was already off her horse and walking into a courtyard towards a huge hacienda.
A man, also armed, had my horse by the reins. He was telling me in spanish to get down.
I slid off the horse onto shaky legs. He and the horse both laughed a little. Must be Pablo's brother.
The lady saw it too. She smirked a little this time. And walked into the hacienda as a servant open the door for her.
It closed with a small slam. Pablo's brother was barking some spanish at me and motioning for me to follow him.
We weren't going toward the hacienda. After a walk through the grounds we were at the stable. He gave the horse to a boy and both horses were getting
walked for a cool down.
More rough spanish and he motioned me toward what looked like a bunk house.
Or maybe an improptu jail cell for the tresspassing drug runner.
I was having a hard time figuring out if I had just been rescued or captured.
Or both!
I really needed another drink.
[Edited on 7-9-2009 by fishbuck]
"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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Skipjack Joe
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| Quote: | Originally posted by fishbuck
All that was keeping me on was one foot in a sturrup and one hand holding the rains.
I grabbed his mane with my free hand and tried to pulled back on. My horse felt it. But it only seemed to make him annoyed that my
riding skills were not up to his standards.
He grabbed the bit in his teeth and jerked me back into the saddle by the rains. I grabbed more main with my other
hand and leaned right onto his neck.
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Careful now, DavidK may be lurking ....
Just remember:
"The reign in Spain falls manely on the plain" .
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Cypress
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Riding horses can get you hurt, especially if you get in a hurry.
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fishbuck
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Skipjack Joe
| Quote: | Originally posted by fishbuck
All that was keeping me on was one foot in a sturrup and one hand holding the rains.
I grabbed his mane with my free hand and tried to pulled back on. My horse felt it. But it only seemed to make him annoyed that my
riding skills were not up to his standards.
He grabbed the bit in his teeth and jerked me back into the saddle by the rains. I grabbed more main with my other
hand and leaned right onto his neck.
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Careful now, DavidK may be lurking ....
Just remember:
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It's all part of the creative process. I don't worry about the spelling until later when I feel like it.
"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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sourdough
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Are we through with this story? I hope the self-appointed editors haven't peeed Fishbuck off to the point he's finished with the tale.
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fishbuck
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No I appreciate the editors. They make me laugh a little and helps with the process.
I'll get back to it. I've been a little busy planning a real trip next weekend with my son. Probably no drama involved... unless your a yellowtail or
a tuna.
"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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Iflyfish
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Is this a farmer's daughter story in the making?? I have this suspicion that there are sparks in the air?!
I will have to reign in my curriosity to see if it hits the plane or the plain.
Iflyfishwithbaitedbreathsodon'tgettooclose
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fishbuck
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The bunk house was looking a little scary. I was sure I didn't really want to go in there.
But what choice did I really have? Slim or none probably.
Pablo's brother urged me on. And to my relief we walked past the bunkhouse. Now what?
We continued into another courtyard. This one had fountains and statues. And songbirds.
If my head didn't hurt so much it might have been pleasant. Those damn songbirds were so loud!
We continued until we came to a beautiful casita. A man, dressed like a waiter, stood by the open door.
"Senior Buck, my name is Enrique. This is your room, please enter". His english was perfect.
He bowed deeply and bide me to enter with a gracious sweep of his arm toward "my" room.
I peered in. It was a beautifully appointed room with a big couch and a stunning horse painting above. Tile floor, high ceiling and very well lighted.
And what looked like a wetbar!
Pablo's brother grunted at me. I sensed that his invitation to enter was not going to be as gracious.
And there was a wet bar. I went in. Enrique followed. He closed the door. I heard it lock from the outside.
[Edited on 7-14-2009 by fishbuck]
"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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fishbuck
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I froze solid at the sound. Rage started to build. Years of martial arts training and competition were about to be focused on that door. I was about
to splinter it into a thousand pieces when Enrique gently but firmly grabbed me by the shoulder.
"Senior Buck, please, you are not a prisoner here. You are our honered guest. The door is locked only for your protection"
I didn't know what he meant but his tone was sincere and soothing. I relaxed a little.
He released his grip. When he did I almost fell down.
"Please Senior, relax on the couch for a while. I'm sure you must be hungry and thisty.
I put some fresh orange juice in the refrigerator. It's from our grove. It was squeezed by my very own wife this morning. Maybe you saw the trees when
you rode in?"
"Ya, I got a glimpse"
He helped me to the couch. It was the most comfortable couch I had ever sat on.
"Sure, I'll drink some orange juice. How about a couple shots of tequila in it too."
Tequila sunrise I think they call it in the states.
" Ofcourse, anything you would like. Maybe you are a little hungry?"
"A little"
"I can have the fine ladies in the cocina at the casa grande make you a beautiful breakfest of bacon and eggs"
"How about a shower? You got hot water"
"Si, very hot and as much as you like"
I was starting to like being an honered guest.
Enrique crossed the room and opened a door that revealed a finely tiled bathroom.
He mixed me up a drink with ice and brought it to the couch.
"Senior, please do not drink too much. You have a meeting with Don Orendain later. A lunch meeting. Perhaps after your drink and some breakfest and a
shower you would like a little siesta"
"Who is Don Orendain and why does he want a meeting with me?"
"All your questions will be answered at the meeting. I go now to get your breakfest. And please relax. You are a guest here."
He went to the door and tapped twice. A small peep door opened and shut and the door opened. Enrique stepped out and the door shut quickly. And was
locked again from the outside.
Again I was wondering if I had been rescued or captured. But after a few sips of my drink and the big couch I was starting to not care as much.
I was worried about my plane and it's cargo. The cargo belonged to some very serious people. And they were expecting it.
But the tequila drink was starting to sink in and all my sharp edges were starting to fade into a warm and relaxed state.
My thoughts wound there way back to my heart... and to her... my beautiful Jovanka.
It was all a little too much and the tears started to well again. One escaped and started to run down my cheek.
Alone here in this beautiful room no amount off harsh commands from my father's ghost could stop it.
I was alone... and helpless.
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"A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." J. A. Shedd.
A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it. – Albert Einstein
"Life's a Beach... and then you Fly!" Fishbuck
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4baja
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great story!! please dont stop.
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