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When I was a kid, I lived with an aunt and uncle that had a camp on a lake in northwestern Louisiana. During the fall you could go down to the boathouse and look out across vast floating rafts of Canvasback mallards. Three would have to get airborne for another to land. Black and white as far as the eye could see through the light mist over the warm water.

After i left there, I didn't get back until the early 70's. By then the masses of Canvasbacks were gone. Where i don't know. I don't know if they were over hunted or what. One morning in early spring about 1974 I was going fishing. I rounded an island and five of them jumped into the air. I shut off the motor and sat there watching them fly in a circle around me before they headed north.

An awesome sight but one that left me feeling happy and sad at the same time. I've not seen any since. Canvasbacks were the largest of the Mallards. They were not as beautiful as the redheaded or green headed Mallards but their simple black with a wide white band around the middle resonated within me somehow.

I miss them.
 
Don't worry! they will adore you. I used often to teach older people but now I am the older one, LOL. You sound as if you have got it taped - drawing on their experience and making them feel positive about doing the thing is the main way forward.
Phew - it's done. I didn't screw up, only had to refer to my notes occasionally and my co-instructors were especially helpful in responding when I said "Derek, would like to run through this?" ( because I'm feeling panic rising in my throat to strangle me ). The weather was horrendous, so we had to have a quick teachers conference to work out how the hell they could practise righting dinghies safely but with an element of problem solving mixed in. I have a hole in my drysuit so need a bicycle repair patch. Actually I'm still a bit shakey from my post-teaching rush, so now I'm going to have a hot bath whilst someone else cooks my supper :)

Ah, if only. I am on Piglet duty now until Super Saturday!
I think me and Piglet ought to do some girl-stuff ..... nah - I'm waaay to old :D
 
Phew - it's done. I didn't screw up, only had to refer to my notes occasionally and my co-instructors were especially helpful in responding when I said "Derek, would like to run through this?" ( because I'm feeling panic rising in my throat to strangle me ).

Well done! *pats sg on back* That's a great way to deal with it.

I have a hole in my drysuit so need a bicycle repair patch.

I think you must used them more than cyclists do! As mentioned before, I can never, ever get a decent seal to stand up to 90psi. :eek:

I hate waste, but I have masses of inner tubes with one small hole which I can't fix. :(
 
Well done! *pats sg on back* That's a great way to deal with it.



I think you must used them more than cyclists do! As mentioned before, I can never, ever get a decent seal to stand up to 90psi. :eek:

I hate waste, but I have masses of inner tubes with one small hole which I can't fix. :(
Oh dear! Shall I post instructions for puncture repairs? 90psi is a lot! Are they race tyres?
This was more a tear, the size of penny. The footsies of the suit are rubber.

I hate when I post and then there's a huge long silence :eek:
Please someone say something
 
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I found something out tonight which made me feel so, so much better. I can't yet say in a public forum what this is, but will once I've sorted other things out. Nevertheless, it's made me feel so much better about myself.
 
I found something out tonight which made me feel so, so much better. I can't yet say in a public forum what this is, but will once I've sorted other things out. Nevertheless, it's made me feel so much better about myself.

A teaser. Something for us to wait for?
 
LOL..that reminded me of a 'countryside' restaurant in Guangdong. It was beside a small dam - (no picture window; it was outdoors) - lots of white ducks and chickens running around. I think the numbers got reduced daily to feed the diners.
We took a room at an inn near La Arca in Chichicastenango, Guatemala, site of the largest open-air indigenous market in the Americas. (It's pronounced chee-chee-KASS-ten-ANG-go and means "where the chichicas are", whatever chichicas are.)

Pedro, 30 years in Cleveland before returning home, provided rooms but not meals; he recommended his neighbor Ramona's cooking. We saw work-toned MILF Ramona chasing a chicken in her backyard. Very tasty chicken dinner. Any chicken being chased is a chicken due to be devoured, as it deserves.

Chasing-down wild tofu just isn't the same.
 
We took a room at an inn near La Arca in Chichicastenango, Guatemala, site of the largest open-air indigenous market in the Americas. (It's pronounced chee-chee-KASS-ten-ANG-go and means "where the chichicas are", whatever chichicas are.)

Pedro, 30 years in Cleveland before returning home, provided rooms but not meals; he recommended his neighbor Ramona's cooking. We saw work-toned MILF Ramona chasing a chicken in her backyard. Very tasty chicken dinner. Any chicken being chased is a chicken due to be devoured, as it deserves.

Chasing-down wild tofu just isn't the same.

and those wild tofus can give you a nasty bite if you corner them!:D
 
and those wild tofus can give you a nasty bite if you corner them!:D

I was once confronted by a feral fried tofu; my wife tried to convince me to eat healthily, instead it beat me severely about the face and neck before leaping through the window and making its escape; when last seen, it was dragging the neighbour's cat under a bush. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it...
 
I was once confronted by a feral fried tofu; my wife tried to convince me to eat healthily, instead it beat me severely about the face and neck before leaping through the window and making its escape; when last seen, it was dragging the neighbour's cat under a bush. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it...

Well, of course, Chicken & Tofu have been fighting each other for years. . .
 
Well, of course, Chicken & Tofu have been fighting each other for years. . .

Waiting for someone to come along and spoil this flight of fancy by pointing out that tofu (wild or tame) is made from soy beans and is not known for being aggressive.

Curds, however, are well known to be extremely dangerous and should be avoided at all costs.
 
Waiting for someone to come along and spoil this flight of fancy by pointing out that tofu (wild or tame) is made from soy beans and is not known for being aggressive.

Curds, however, are well known to be extremely dangerous and should be avoided at all costs.

Now you've spoiled the tofu. Eew. There's hardly a place to turn but to the curds, while the wheat germ awaits around the darkened corner with a sly, anticipatory smirk.
 
Now you've spoiled the tofu. Eew. There's hardly a place to turn but to the curds, while the wheat germ awaits around the darkened corner with a sly, anticipatory smirk.

JUST you wait until Naoko sees the depths to which this thread has sunk!
 
A thread going to the birds is not unusual. One going to tofu is something else altogether. :eek:
 
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