That's a native woman in the front of the canoe. Hard to tell what's what from the pic. She was cute but I had to take her by boat back to her people. She'd been bad and I respect their customs so I turned her over to the medicine man for proper punishment.
That is the very canoe that was on my head at the time of the surprising failure of a trusted limb.
I thought I had landed a seaplane on Lake Washington, but it was Lake Union. Jan 1983. The pilot was in his 80s and had thousands of hours on floats. He had a 'coupla thousand' on wheels too, but not enough for him to consider important.
ReplyDeleteIs this considered evidence? Or do I find a schlock lawyer to prove it was photoshopped?
ReplyDeleteThankfully the medicine man believed me when I told him I was the victim of a scalawag rouge that threatened to keel-haul me if I put my oar in the water. It might look like a canoe to you, but believe me it was a pirate ship I was held captive on.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Btw...nice photo
ReplyDeleteNot really sure what lake that is part of.
ReplyDeleteI thought you'd learned that I'm the victim here. geez