Yes, it's a real place, and we stayed near it for a night. Well, almost. We stayed until shots rang out way too close and we packed it up, and packed it in the RV, deciding it may be safer to put some miles between us and some teens or good ol' boys shooting at 'coons and beer cans in the near dark. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. This is about hair. “Tommy's mohawk” in a Ziploc bag hung from the ceiling of the cluttered bar/restaurant, which also served as an office in which to reserve your camping space. It hung there with a whole mix of curios we gaped at and yet, were afraid to see. While, I'll call him “McGruff,” due to the gruff manner in which he lent his aid, instructed us on how to locate our spot near the river. And then I saw the sign just above his bald head, which read: “Show off your rod...fish naked!” And I lost it. I got a case of the 8th grade giggles and could not speak intelligibly. So I let my husband do the talking, while the kids kept asking, “What? Mom, what? What's so funny?” Obviously they had not seen it, and I wasn't about to point it out. I think it was the long drive and the sheer absurdity of the place, but let's just say, at this stage of my life it's good I maintained bladder control (hey, I've had four kids, okay? I was impressed it held). So, long story short, we set up camp, went for a dip, had dinner, roasted marshmallows, it began to rain. . . and then, Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang, Boom. And my husband and I looked at each other, and he said, “We're outta here.” So the moral of this story is:
you don't have to
to have a hair-raising time
© 2015 Jennifer Wagner
A haibun for Anthony's challenge at dVerse: Excuse, Me, There's a Hair in My Poem!
So true.. the fishing part is not necessary at all.. a great time can be had by all as long as the sport of laughter is part of the play..:)
You set the hook :)
Fish naked ha....that sounds like a fun adventure before the rain~
Love the moral of the story & your haibun ~
That is hilarious! The adventures we have. I would have gotten the giggles with you :-)
ha...fair raising indeed...lol
ok you gave me a little case of the giggles...
oy...is no place safe...we have not been camping the last couple years
but my boys are starting to ask for it, so we will probably
be out there this year...but i think i will abstain
I'd be daring enough to fish naked... hahahah... was a great story. And kudos for holdin that pee.
haha, that picture is priceless and so was the adventure. Thanks for sharing.
An entertaining read, Jennifer!
So many way to have a hair-raising time. I love the picture and the story. Very entertaining haibun.
Brilliantly crafted Jennifer :) Lovely story!
This made me smile :) thanks.
Ain't that the truth! Smiles.
Oh, Jennifer, it's so fun to hear your 'voice' in a story, not a poem. Hilarious, by the way. You'll have to tell me some time where that is.....
This is wonderful, Jen. I'm glad for Kegel exercises, too. Hilarious.
hahahah.... thanks for the giggles this early morning... and some nice wisdom there for sure towards the end...smiles
What a hoot. Loved it all - the explanation, the poem, and the sign! ha ha
HA HA! This reminded me of the time, we piled our kids into the family van and took off on a camping trip to Yellowstone. Mount Rushmore was on the way, so we pulled in there. It happened to be during the time of the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally (the Town of Sturgis being very close by, also) where, basically, thousands of bikers converge on the Town and do their thing. Anyway, we made our way to the observation area (and what to my wondering eyes is the first thing I see - and I’m still a little gobsmacked, all these years later) – but the rather substantially proportioned bare naked fanny of a woman wearing a pair of black leather motorcycle chaps . . . and nothing else below the waist. The kids must have caught the look on my face, as well, because I got the same reaction ““What? Mom, what?” We left, shortly after. But, I swear, every time I see an image of that monument . . .
budda-a-BOOM! :) ~
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