Went fishing the other day, at my spot on the coast. I got there and had the place to myself - as it should be.
After a bit, up pulls a yuppie car. and out gets this dickhead and gets set to go fishing- off the rocks and with his fucken dog. Of course the cunt decides that the only spot to be is right next to me, I can spot them a mile away. So I am sending him a friendly unverbalised (as yet) message - fuckofffuckofffuckofffuckoff - and out he starts, with his dog, over the jagged granite rocks towards me.
I'm looking around at the boats and fishing and checking on the clowns progress in between. I glance over to see where it is and there's this cunt playing angry turtle on a rock - (flat on the back and flapping arms and legs furiously). Up he gets and comes forward again. Stops where I am chucking my line in. Then proceeds to lose three sets of gear in a row over the space of half an hour, while rubbing his sore leg - that appeared to be welting up nicely and going spectatular colours.
Deciding that his heart isn't in it off they go back over the rocks to the yuppie mobile, not far into the return trip the dog goes cunt up down the rocks and the yuppie has to climb down and rescue it.
Half an hour later they are still milling around the car, I'm keeping an eye on the cunt as my ute is right next to them. What the fuck is he doing? Up the sandhills, along the high water mark, back to the car - drivers window, contortions, arm going up and down. Ohhhhh, what a fuckwit - the dumb cunt's locked himself out of the car as well. What a fucken loser.
I quickly packed up and, with my nice catch of fish headed back to the ute. Stowed my stuff, cracked myself a beer, and told him what a great days fishing I'd just had, and how a nice cold beer was a top way to finish it off.
Then I fired up the ute and fucked off and left them to it.
After a bit, up pulls a yuppie car. and out gets this dickhead and gets set to go fishing- off the rocks and with his fucken dog. Of course the cunt decides that the only spot to be is right next to me, I can spot them a mile away. So I am sending him a friendly unverbalised (as yet) message - fuckofffuckofffuckofffuckoff - and out he starts, with his dog, over the jagged granite rocks towards me.
I'm looking around at the boats and fishing and checking on the clowns progress in between. I glance over to see where it is and there's this cunt playing angry turtle on a rock - (flat on the back and flapping arms and legs furiously). Up he gets and comes forward again. Stops where I am chucking my line in. Then proceeds to lose three sets of gear in a row over the space of half an hour, while rubbing his sore leg - that appeared to be welting up nicely and going spectatular colours.
Deciding that his heart isn't in it off they go back over the rocks to the yuppie mobile, not far into the return trip the dog goes cunt up down the rocks and the yuppie has to climb down and rescue it.
Half an hour later they are still milling around the car, I'm keeping an eye on the cunt as my ute is right next to them. What the fuck is he doing? Up the sandhills, along the high water mark, back to the car - drivers window, contortions, arm going up and down. Ohhhhh, what a fuckwit - the dumb cunt's locked himself out of the car as well. What a fucken loser.
I quickly packed up and, with my nice catch of fish headed back to the ute. Stowed my stuff, cracked myself a beer, and told him what a great days fishing I'd just had, and how a nice cold beer was a top way to finish it off.
Then I fired up the ute and fucked off and left them to it.
posted by rackorf at 5:31 PM
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I'm picturing that spot -- except I thought you lived in the middle of the desert, not on the Pacific coast, but whatever -- 10 years hence.
I see a Starbucks and a giant retail mall and a parking lot overloaded with yuppie-mobiles ... and a marina and a seafood restaurant ... the yuppie is ordering a fish dinner. But who is that in the kitchen cooking the fish over a hot stove?
It's mostly bush where I live, but it only takes a few hours to go over to my closest fishing spot.
I can see the whole place turning to shit as well. More and more city fuckwits coming to our nice unspoiled places - then whining that there is no starbucks ( ive heard of them but dont know if WA has them as yet) macdonalds, ect. Then some yuppie cunt buys all the available land develops it and as well as these bring all the other assorted crap they bring with them - rangers, rules, no camping, no fishing , screaming fucken kids, rubbish everywhere.
The closer they get, the further bush I keep moving. As to who is cooking the yuppies fish, (probably imported from fucken indonesia a fortnight ago), I do not know. I do know that I will not be there. I am not a fan of "people" places so will remain at my little paradise, sit around my campfire, drink a few beers and eat whatever I managed to catch or grow myself at the time.
I reckon I was born a hundred years too late.
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