03-14-2005, 02:13 PM
Best feeling ever?
Standing naked in some mountain stream with a bow and arrows, bow fishing. Standing for hours, totally still, with your toes curled around the slippery stones, waiting for the right moment, with the right fish. The sun, and cool breezes, and the sound of the water. Bow pulled tight, just waiting. The feeling of strain and tension in the human body, followed by the sudden release as you fire your arrow into the fish.
Howling with the wolves in the middle of the night at the moon out in the middle of nowhere. After a day of fishing or hunting on nature's terms, with bow, arrow, and wit.
Firing a large calibre handgun, like the S&W 500 revolver.
COLD cream soda or birch beer after getting hot, sticky, and sweaty on a hot humid Southern day. Mmm sweet nectre of life!
The delightful preditory feeling of stalking prey... This should have been grouped with the above, but I am to lazy to move it. Delicious tension, not knowing how this will turn out, or if the hunter will become the hunted. Followed by the rewarding smell of fresh blood, salty, coppery, the smell of life, when you make the kill.
The fur of very young animals, like puppies and kittens. It's very very soft and uneffected by life. Warm fuzzy cuddly. Not to mention all the tingly emotional responses.
Getting your face licked by said puppy.
Being totally naked and rolling in wet dewey grass like some beast. On a cool morning. Especially clover... The sweet smell. Just beware of bees, a not so pleasant sensation. Having a loved one, like say, your wife or significant other, join you for a morning roll in the wet dewey clover.
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Standing naked in some mountain stream with a bow and arrows, bow fishing. Standing for hours, totally still, with your toes curled around the slippery stones, waiting for the right moment, with the right fish. The sun, and cool breezes, and the sound of the water. Bow pulled tight, just waiting. The feeling of strain and tension in the human body, followed by the sudden release as you fire your arrow into the fish.
Howling with the wolves in the middle of the night at the moon out in the middle of nowhere. After a day of fishing or hunting on nature's terms, with bow, arrow, and wit.
Firing a large calibre handgun, like the S&W 500 revolver.
COLD cream soda or birch beer after getting hot, sticky, and sweaty on a hot humid Southern day. Mmm sweet nectre of life!
The delightful preditory feeling of stalking prey... This should have been grouped with the above, but I am to lazy to move it. Delicious tension, not knowing how this will turn out, or if the hunter will become the hunted. Followed by the rewarding smell of fresh blood, salty, coppery, the smell of life, when you make the kill.
The fur of very young animals, like puppies and kittens. It's very very soft and uneffected by life. Warm fuzzy cuddly. Not to mention all the tingly emotional responses.
Getting your face licked by said puppy.
Being totally naked and rolling in wet dewey grass like some beast. On a cool morning. Especially clover... The sweet smell. Just beware of bees, a not so pleasant sensation. Having a loved one, like say, your wife or significant other, join you for a morning roll in the wet dewey clover.
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All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."