Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1

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Combat fishing in Alaska.

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Looks kind of like the line up Everest. I remember when I went to the Grand Canyon circa 1972. Hiked the north rim to the river and back. Saw very few people, now you need a reservation months in advance.

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It's so fucked up. I only ever went out once and decided to not even wet the line. A guy hooks one and then every guy next to him for 5 slots is either fouled or reeling in fast to avoid it. FUCK THAT.

Of course, the vast majority of my time in Alaska, I could fish without anyone in sight.

My first days in Alaska as an adult, 31 years old, fresh outta college with a math degree and a teaching certificate (provisional for a year) were spent fishing in very rural Alaska. Bush. I had the school maintenance guys leave my house windows boarded up so I could turn off the lights and have it be dark. I was about 45 miles north of the Arctic Circle.

I went out fishing about 0700, slung my pistol gripped 870 (no Casull yet), some lures, food and water and a water filter in a small pack, rod and reel a hair small for the task. I walked up river a ways. Turned into about 5 miles. Folks were riding by on 4 wheelers, boats coming and going some. Everyone was friendly, smiling, waving...occasionally slowing down to chat as I walked. Nobody offered a ride and nobody offered advice. I hadn't asked. My kind of place.

I caught salmon first cast. Put it on my 550 cord stringer. Second cast, even nicer fish. String that one up. 3rd cast...fuck...I turned the first 2 loose and caught fish until my thumbs and fingers were bleeding from getting hooks out. It was not fishing at all, it was catching! I lost a few and didn't get strikes on every single cast but those were real rare.

At some point, I realized I had not heard a 4 wheeler in a long time, same for boats. I dug my watch out of my pocket, 0300!! So, I caught 2 more to keep, gutted them into the river and headed home. It was close to 0600 by the time I was back in town.

One house had windows in the corner. I could see some old folks (elders) awake and having coffee watching out those windows from their table. I thought to myself, those old folks are saying..."Look at that dumb naluaġmi. (sort of derogatory for white man...roughly "dog face"... the first whites they had encountered were bearded) He doesn't even know what time it is." I got to know them later, I was right.

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Beautiful, I bet the fish were delicious, but I dont know how folks live up there. I had a friend RIP who worked in Utiquiavik the northern most town in Ak. and just loved it. I'd be miserable, couldnt take the cold, and worse no sun for months.
 
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Behold the Hottentot Venus:
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Last one isn’t Sarah, but was from a website that showed what kind of, uh, posterior she had, which is of the steatopygia type.

I swear I see @Dirty D in the illustrations somewhere.

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History class dismissed lol
If Wiki's TLDR:
Saartjie Baartman was bought from South African slavers and exhibited in a cage (and likely sexually assaulted) at various venues in Europe during the early 1810s. After her death in 1815, she was dissected (with her brain and genitals being preserved), her flesh rendered, and her skeleton mounted and displayed in a French museum until 1974.
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