Into the Wild (my wife)

eyedclaar

So, my lovely young wife wasn’t about to sit around this last weekend waiting for my band to play a gig on Saturday night as she had plans of heading into the wild for a long weekend backpacking trip. We have no means of distance communication as neither of us have any kind of cell phone, so we basically picked an area and an approximate time and said we’d find each other on Sunday.

On Sunday, I drug my hung-over ass out of bed with visions of methed out rockers and flashing breasts still ripe in my pounding head. Anyhoo, I pack up and drive for a couple of hours into the vast wilderness of central Idaho and I find her car parked at a trailhead. I examine the contents of her car and sure enough she is out there somewhere. She didn’t chicken out and car camp or anything. I realize I have no water container, so I decide to take nothing as I’ll be able to cover a lot more ground. I figure I can walk at least 5 miles in this heat without drinking water. I fill up on water at the trailhead, soak my shirt, wrap it around my head and start up the trail. Almost immediately, I spot what is far and away the biggest pile of carnivore shit I have ever seen in Idaho and it isn’t that old. It is full of deer and elk hair. WOLVES! And big ones at that. I keep moving and find tons more sign. The wolves are using this trail as a super highway. There is also some sign of bear, but the wolf markings are everywhere. I wonder if my wife has heard or seen any of them. I have to remind myself that wolves DO NOT attack people. Anyway, my wife had weapons and I didn’t.

Right about the time I knew I would have to turn back, the trail ran straight into an icy stream still surging from the snow melt. It was then I noticed a bad ass looking chick all decked out in packing gear with a big ol’ knife strapped to her hip, kneeling by the stream. For just a second, I’m tempted to slip into the trees and wait for her to walk past before springing out in surprise. However, I don’t feel like getting shot or stabbed today. Instead, I walk quietly up behind her (out of stabbing reach) and wait for her to turn around. She does and is obviously startled for a split second before she smiles and says, “I had a vision you would find me here.”

Moral of the story: My wife could kick your ass!

you are

i love it when men express their appreciation for their wives! good story

reeferchief

you are wrote:

i love it when men express their appreciation for their wives! good story

I love it when my gal expresses her appreciation of me.;)

Medicated-Genius

eyedclaar wrote:

So, my lovely young wife wasn’t about to sit around this last weekend waiting for my band to play a gig on Saturday night as she had plans of heading into the wild for a long weekend backpacking trip. We have no means of distance communication as neither of us have any kind of cell phone, so we basically picked an area and an approximate time and said we’d find each other on Sunday.

On Sunday, I drug my hung-over ass out of bed with visions of methed out rockers and flashing breasts still ripe in my pounding head. Anyhoo, I pack up and drive for a couple of hours into the vast wilderness of central Idaho and I find her car parked at a trailhead. I examine the contents of her car and sure enough she is out there somewhere. She didn’t chicken out and car camp or anything. I realize I have no water container, so I decide to take nothing as I’ll be able to cover a lot more ground. I figure I can walk at least 5 miles in this heat without drinking water. I fill up on water at the trailhead, soak my shirt, wrap it around my head and start up the trail. Almost immediately, I spot what is far and away the biggest pile of carnivore shit I have ever seen in Idaho and it isn’t that old. It is full of deer and elk hair. WOLVES! And big ones at that. I keep moving and find tons more sign. The wolves are using this trail as a super highway. There is also some sign of bear, but the wolf markings are everywhere. I wonder if my wife has heard or seen any of them. I have to remind myself that wolves DO NOT attack people. Anyway, my wife had weapons and I didn’t.

Right about the time I knew I would have to turn back, the trail ran straight into an icy stream still surging from the snow melt. It was then I noticed a bad ass looking chick all decked out in packing gear with a big ol’ knife strapped to her hip, kneeling by the stream. For just a second, I’m tempted to slip into the trees and wait for her to walk past before springing out in surprise. However, I don’t feel like getting shot or stabbed today. Instead, I walk quietly up behind her (out of stabbing reach) and wait for her to turn around. She does and is obviously startled for a split second before she smiles and says, “I had a vision you would find me here.”

Moral of the story: My wife could kick your ass!

Aww man, that made me smile. Your wife rocks!

you are

reeferchief wrote:

I love it when my gal expresses her appreciation of me.;)

if i had a great guy i would totally brag on him

eyedclaar

you are wrote:

if i had a great guy i would totally brag on him

In the meantime, you can brag about Reeferchief and me; we're great guys. Reeferchief, I'm going out on a limb here, you better be great... at something.

HushBull

Wow, I want one of those! A good relationship...

eyedclaar

Medicated-Genius wrote:

Aww man, that made me smile. Your wife rocks!

Thank you. She does indeed rock. I am very proud of her. Solo treks into the real wild are a little strange and can be unnerving. I have done several myself.

you are

eyedclaar wrote:

In the meantime, you can brag about Reeferchief and me; we're great guys. Reeferchief, I'm going out on a limb here, you better be great... at something.

yea, all the great ones are taken! :eek:

fanch75

eyedclaar wrote:

On Sunday, I drug my hung-over ass out of bed with visions of methed out rockers and flashing breasts still ripe in my pounding head.

That is so rock and roll. Was Vince Neil there?

eyedclaar

fanch75 wrote:

That is so rock and roll. Was Vince Neil there?

I think he's too fat to qualify as one of the meth zombies in this joint. I could punch a hole right through them as if they were just a damp paper towel.

It's weird for me to be a rock frontman because I really don't like people, but I try to play the part when at a show.

eMMI

eyedclaar wrote:

So, my lovely young wife wasn’t about to sit around this last weekend waiting for my band to play a gig on Saturday night as she had plans of heading into the wild for a long weekend backpacking trip. We have no means of distance communication as neither of us have any kind of cell phone, so we basically picked an area and an approximate time and said we’d find each other on Sunday.

On Sunday, I drug my hung-over ass out of bed with visions of methed out rockers and flashing breasts still ripe in my pounding head. Anyhoo, I pack up and drive for a couple of hours into the vast wilderness of central Idaho and I find her car parked at a trailhead. I examine the contents of her car and sure enough she is out there somewhere. She didn’t chicken out and car camp or anything. I realize I have no water container, so I decide to take nothing as I’ll be able to cover a lot more ground. I figure I can walk at least 5 miles in this heat without drinking water. I fill up on water at the trailhead, soak my shirt, wrap it around my head and start up the trail. Almost immediately, I spot what is far and away the biggest pile of carnivore shit I have ever seen in Idaho and it isn’t that old. It is full of deer and elk hair. WOLVES! And big ones at that. I keep moving and find tons more sign. The wolves are using this trail as a super highway. There is also some sign of bear, but the wolf markings are everywhere. I wonder if my wife has heard or seen any of them. I have to remind myself that wolves DO NOT attack people. Anyway, my wife had weapons and I didn’t.

Right about the time I knew I would have to turn back, the trail ran straight into an icy stream still surging from the snow melt. It was then I noticed a bad ass looking chick all decked out in packing gear with a big ol’ knife strapped to her hip, kneeling by the stream. For just a second, I’m tempted to slip into the trees and wait for her to walk past before springing out in surprise. However, I don’t feel like getting shot or stabbed today. Instead, I walk quietly up behind her (out of stabbing reach) and wait for her to turn around. She does and is obviously startled for a split second before she smiles and says, “I had a vision you would find me here.”

Moral of the story: My wife could kick your ass!

great story!!

fanch75

eyedclaar wrote:

I think he's too fat to qualify as one of the meth zombies in this joint. I could punch a hole right through them as if they were just a damp paper towel.

http://stuffwhitetrashpeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/03/12/10-meth/

eyedclaar

fanch75 wrote:

http://stuffwhitetrashpeoplelike.wordpress.com/2008/03/12/10-meth/

Yep, that looks about right. Good lord people, stick to the cocaine!

just tina

Medicated-Genius wrote:

Aww man, that made me smile. Your wife rocks!

ditto

Medicated-Genius

eyedclaar wrote:

Thank you. She does indeed rock. I am very proud of her. Solo treks into the real wild are a little strange and can be unnerving. I have done several myself.

She's a braver chick than me......... trekking into the wild for me involves plunging headlong into a shopping mall........ god I hate those places!

eyedclaar

Medicated-Genius wrote:

She's a braver chick than me......... trekking into the wild for me involves plunging headlong into a shopping mall........ god I hate those places!

Hahahaha. Once a year (maybe) you will find either my wife or I at a mall. In fact, I think there's a greater chance that we'd break out the firearms in a crowded mall than in the middle of the mountains surrounded by bears, wolves, and cougars (no NY PJ1, not those kinds of cougars).

norm

eyedclaar wrote:

I walk quietly up behind her (out of stabbing reach)

what husband doesn't

the wolf

eyedclaar wrote:

It's weird for me to be a rock frontman because I really don't like people, but I try to play the part when at a show.

this is so me !! 3 years ago when my gf and i first met, she had heard that i was a singer in a band. said she had a hard time believing it because of my obvious dislike of most people.
the first time she saw us play out she said "wow, you even came off like you liked some of those people" LOL !


anyway, back on topic, i liked you're story.

reeferchief

eyedclaar wrote:

In the meantime, you can brag about Reeferchief and me; we're great guys. Reeferchief, I'm going out on a limb here, you better be great... at something.

I have my qualities.:p

eyedclaar

the wolf wrote:

this is so me !! 3 years ago when my gf and i first met, she had heard that i was a singer in a band. said she had a hard time believing it because of my obvious dislike of most people.
the first time she saw us play out she said "wow, you even came off like you liked some of those people" LOL !


anyway, back on topic, i liked you're story.

Hey Wolf, I suspect you and your buddies were watching our every move this weekend.

And hey, I feel a little more normal knowing there are other singers out there who are a little anti-social.

the wolf

eyedclaar wrote:

Hey Wolf, I suspect you and your buddies were watching our every move this weekend.

And hey, I feel a little more normal knowing there are other singers out there who are a little anti-social.

HA ! i was going to say, Sorry about the massive piles of shit i left for you on the trail, something i ate did not agree with me !! lol.

yeah, i have my "group" of people that im very social around. other than that, i pretty much shut up around people , until i get on a stage lol.

i usually just have a hard time giving a shit about what most people have to say ( face to face ) because most of the time it seems so .....idk forced.

libragirl

um yeah...I would never do that. Your wife is a ballsy chic. Im too much a girly girl.

the wolf

libragirl wrote:

um yeah...I would never do that. Your wife is a ballsy chic. Im too much a girly girl.

there is a place for girly girls too !! my gf is kinda girly girl most of the time.
every now and again she surprises me though !!

eyedclaar

libragirl wrote:

um yeah...I would never do that. Your wife is a ballsy chic. Im too much a girly girl.

Ahhh, we just got to get you out there. Nothing like it. To me, New Jersey seems like it would be "in the wild". I'd feel safer a hundred miles from the nearest human and surrounded by large carnivores than I would walking around any giant American city.

eyedclaar

the wolf wrote:

there is a place for girly girls too !! my gf is kinda girly girl most of the time.
every now and again she surprises me though !!

Wolf, what part of the "wild" do you hail from?

libragirl

eyedclaar wrote:

Ahhh, we just got to get you out there. Nothing like it. To me, New Jersey seems like it would be "in the wild". I'd feel safer a hundred miles from the nearest human and surrounded by large carnivores than I would walking around any giant American city.

lol..not where I am...strip malls and all. Well being away from humans isn't bad. lol

the wolf wrote:

there is a place for girly girls too !! my gf is kinda girly girl most of the time.
every now and again she surprises me though !!

I do like nature though Im just not sure about sleeping with it.

polaris

there is nothing sexier then watching a woman start a fire ...

eyedclaar

libragirl wrote:

I do like nature though Im just not sure about sleeping with it.

But that's how we get bear-men and wolf-girls. I wish my mom would have slept with a mountain lion. Imagine how high and far I could be jumping these days... I'd have that NBA contract I always wanted.

libragirl

polaris wrote:

there is nothing sexier then watching a woman start a fire ...

I can do it w/o rubbing sticks together.

eyedclaar

polaris wrote:

there is nothing sexier then watching a woman start a fire ...

Hahaha. My wife can't keep her clothes on in the wild, so a lot of mundane activities turn sexy.

As far as the fire starting goes, we just argue about who has the best technique.